There are times in all of our lives when we are faced with insurmountable odds. The sky is gray and the rain continues to fall.
It is November and my husband finds a small lump on his neck, right behind his left ear. It is where the drainage tube used to be. The one that was placed there when he was diagnosed with squamous cell carcinoma. The doctors did the routine surgery and were positive they had gotten it all. It has been a year and a half since he was diagnosed the first time and was told that he was cancer free. I think maybe it is scar tissue. I am wrong. A month later he leaves our home in Seattle for MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston. I pack our home into storage and drop my car off at the dealer. A voluntary repossession means nothing at this point. I quit my job. A week later I join him and his family in Houston. He dies 6 months later. He is 27 years old.
Follow me to the otherside:
He fought. I fought. I never, EVER regret that I had hope that he would survive. I don't regret giving up my home or my car. I can look myself in the mirror every day knowing that I did everything I possibly could to save his life.
Now you are probably wondering what the hell this has to do with anything. Please allow me to explain. Our beloved country is in grave peril. She is breathing her dying breath. There is a treatment that may save her. That treatment is to get the Democratic party into power. It doesn't matter how crappy you think your Democratic candidate is. We need them. It is a crucial part of the treatment for the cancer eating this country at an ever frantic pace. The party has an agenda. It has no forum to bring it to light. By giving them congress we get our voices heard. They will work for us.
I am tired. I am exhausted. Every person who frequents this forum and works their asses off for our cause is tired. Don't take your eye off the ball now. Not when we are this close. Falling apart now IS NOT AN OPTION.
When my husband was facing death, I didn't wring my hands and move to Canada. I fought.
FIGHT DAMN IT! Suck it up one last time. We are soooo close to saving her. Don't abandon her now.
She needs us all standing shoulder to shoulder, with our petty grievences with one another laid aside.
One of the last things my sweet husband said to me was this, "Be brave. Have courage. I love you."
Have courage...