I know it’s not all about me, but I can’t ignore my heart. It hurts. Yes, it’s been easier to put it out of my mind when it’s somewhere else way across the ocean, but now there’s just been too much tragedy hitting too close to home in rapid-fire succession.
And now it’s October, National Cancer Month. I have friends and family with cancer. It’s not good.
Houston and Florida: I lived in both places and still have friends there who are trying to recover from Harvey. They were the ones who inspired me to write a story about a bunch of crazy girlfriends who travel to Puerto Rico (wiped out by Maria) for a reunion. This year said story was selected for the Oaxaca Film Festival in Mexico, strong and resilient, but after two earthquakes the festival was cancelled.
Now, Vegas: I’d been planning to go there to celebrate another milestone (something like a Cat 5 or 8 on the Richter scale) with friends and family, but right now, in good conscience, with so much devastation, I don’t feel like celebrating the Big 6.0.
Instead, I want to do something! But what? I’ve sent money, marched, voted, prayed, cried (I could give blood, but right now I have a low white blood cell count). Last night, I decided the only thing I can do is live and love like it’s my last day on earth.
Having said that, I do want to celebrate all that is good in my life: my family, my husband, my children, my three-month old granddaughter (grandson on they way!), my friends, my good health, my freedoms. And, I don’t have to wait until my birthday. I can start now! I think I’ll go into the kitchen, pop some Champagne and figure out how to bake myself a cake.