Today is the eighteenth anniversary of my youngest son getting his last dose of chemotherapy, which happened while the World Trade Center was crumbling to the ground, and put us on a path of more overt decisiveness as a country. It is probably just an unveiling of the truth, which is that we were really not all that united to begin with, we have a civil war in the not too distant past that speaks to the matter, and when all is said and done, Russia didn't have to scratch too hard at the surface to find some pretty deep fissures of racism and misogyny. The good news is that as the country's youth grow up and most importantly vote, the tide of progression is upon us, so long as we can stave off the wave of autocracy. We are certainly on the path to see just how much money can buy.
The good news is that my cancer surviving off spring is alive to witness it. The bad news is that he desperately needs health care to be able to enjoy it. His life depends on it, in fact. So while I am thankful to have him here, I also pray that we manage to regain the country that the majority of us voted for, and then try to repair some of the ugliness that was uncovered and then ignored by the Republicans. One thing is for sure, Lincoln is changing parties in the afterlife.
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