and shame the devil.
Right? I did that in my blogging for awhile. I spoke my piece on myriad subjects both political and personal. Even when I was withholding some of my own life stuff, (in my efforts to monetize) what I did write was all my truth. My understanding of the world, (hence: thornesworld). My only lies were the sins of omission, the things I chose not to write. Not to share here in this very public venue.
Our precious Elinore is undergoing some lab tests. It seems she may have an amino acid imbalance that could cause her great health problems and risks. She has also been referred to a cardiologist for a suspected heart murmur.
So as I wander through my days; doing my housework, writing, sewing- beneath the surface (and occasionally escaping in wild sobs and screaming rage) is this fear, this worry for our Elinore. Along with that feeling is my horror that my daughter and son in law should have to go through this. Overpowering both of those is in insane indignation- an anger so powerful it threatens to consume me. I am so heartily offended at the knowledge that so many women go along in their ignorant anti-abortion-it’s-against-god lives popping out babies only to abandon them to the system (or worse) one after another while my precious daughter whose only desire is to be a good and devoted mother to one child has had to suffer and survive the loss of her son and now these health issues of her daughter.
I’m fucking sick.
Nobody ever said life is fair, but this is ridiculous.
Peace