I had stopped watching the program very often, but Amy Goodman referenced Imani Gandy, whom I follow on Twitter. Gandhi has been a supporter of Hillary Clinton and, like me, is not enamored of Bernie Sanders.
maybe i should go on a zombie run. honestly, the only reason i'm getting in shape is that i'm preparing for the apocalypse.— Imani Gandy (@AngryBlackLady) April 28, 2017
Goodman, by using a quote from Gandy about Sanders, can sidestep the question as to what her own views are. She really is very clever. I guess I'll start sending Democracy Now some money again. It's important to keep informed about the Sanders progressives.
The push is to rally the forces around Sanders and create a third party. The part of their strategy that I think is most questionable is the assertion that Sanders is the most popular politician in the country. The right attacked Clinton, not him, because they wanted him to win the nomination. Then they would have gone after him and his wife. I believe he would have been very easy to defeat.
I really want to see younger people in charge, especially young women. I worry about the misreading of Sanders as a man of the people. He represents a small, mostly white state as a U.S. Senator. He has quite a loud voice, which he uses to assert the evils of capitalism and Wall Street, etc. etc. over and over. I would welcome a more nuanced approach that acknowledges the disproportionate representation of women and children in the ranks of the poor. And I don't forget that Clinton got almost 3,000,000 votes over Trump in spite of her "baggage" and all the mud slung at her.
On the local front: I will be getting my port tomorrow and will resume chemo next week. Ugh and ugh. But I know it's the way to go. The chemo has been very effective so far. And, above all, I've got that terrific team of doctors and nurses working in my behalf and so much family support.
And now we have our kitten. We tried getting along without one and are still mourning the loss of Fred, but one of our neighbors found the little black charmer, and when we saw him we were hooked.
I've been going through papers and letters, etc. and found a letter to my mother from my Aunt Ynez, written in 1954. With her name and her husband's name spelled right, I was able, finally, to find the obit of her son, my cousin, who died last year of cancer at age 84. He was described as proud of his "California Spanish," heritage but according to his photo had that same kind of Irish face I do.
We are hanging in there!
Update: Ugh. The port placement was an awful experience. I had to keep reminding myself that this was not some sort of surreal nightmare, but it really was about at the limit of bearability. What I am concerned about now is not surrendering to the passive mentality that is so tempting and that I am seeing in other cancer patients. I remember one of my aunts who had a lot of surgery and eventually succumbed to cancer, who said that she just numbed herself to get through these ordeals. Luckily enough, I feel fine today, even strong. But it's back to chemo next week. I know it's worth it, though, because I was at death's door before I started treatment.