Since Jan 1, we’ve had two false negatives and one actual tumor removal in the family. We’ve had to layoff long-time employees. Family members been laid-off from their “outside” jobs. Long hours, no vacations. Sleepless nights, discord, disconnect. Fights, anger and silence. Cancelled flights. Changed plans.
Over the past year and a half, the mongrel hordes have inched closer. I can hear their labored breathing now, just on the other side of the castle door. We have raised the Terror Alert to Red. We are on Defcon 5.
Three months ago, as far as I knew, Jackson Memorial hospital was chugging along, providing the health care safety net. Now suddenly, JMH is on life support. How does such a big institution tip over the edge and fall so far so fast? The same way a family business or a family or a person does.
People, I believe, are naturally optimistic, and we may refuse to see or recognize the train coming at us in the tunnel. Hubris blinds us… “It can’t happen to me.” But when it does happen to you, maybe you recognize that you are not so very special. You’re just one in 6 billion similar souls on a rock circling a star. You are not smarter, faster 0r stronger. You are not immune to disease, divorce, disappointment.
Or you just blame Government regulation, Jewish bankers, the Civil Rights Act and that bitch who cut you off on I-95.
But choices must be made. Time must be spent on critical tasks, even as the list grows smaller. The mongrel horde is awakening with renewed energy now; we must man the turrets, prepare boiling oil and bar the doors. The dike must be plugged. The hole must be filled. The bilge must be pumped, there’s a lot of work to be done to cleanup this mess. And that leaves no time for blogging. It ain’t because I don’t love you anymore. I just got to focus elsewhere for the foreseeable future. This is the sound of a blog falling off the “To Do” list. Ciao, Hasta la vista, Adios, Sayonara, Bye Bye!
