Sometimes it takes a while before I have something to say here. I don’t want to just write anything because of some arbitrary deadline. Something has to strike me as at least minimally noteworthy.
So last night I was just coming back from walking the dog. I had long ago outfoxed Lucky when it came to her last walk of the day–I don’t put on her warm fleecy, just her harness. In that way she doesn’t dilly-dally about doing her business because if she does, she gets cold. You have to get cagey when you have a dog.
Anyway, I’m walking up the stairs with her–don’t know how or why this came into my head but I thought about this woman who runs a store on 4th avenue (near where I live). I like visiting her at the store. Listening to her stories. She’s very nice.
A couple of weeks ago she tells me about her ex-husband who has just come out the other side of lung cancer. He had radiation and chemo but he also did some fairly strange alternative remedies. And he’s done surprisingly well. The tumour has shrunk. He’s alive.
I couldn’t help but think, why can’t the two opposing sides of standard medicine and the alternative realize that maybe both working together would be the best of both worlds. Maybe we’re not meant to choose one or the other. Maybe we’re supposed to be looking for a combination of the two–a combination that works.
Of course it would take courage for both sides to work together to heal people–not to be rewarded for their suffering. Putting healing before profit–Imagine!
And imagine taking the best of the two options and trying to create a whole that is better than the sum of its parts.
It doesn’t have to be war. Besides no one really wins a war. And no one is winning when people are suffering. Money doesn’t mitigate the presence of karma.
We, who have psoriasis, have to live with certain realities.
1. Psoriasis isn’t pretty.
2. The world rewards pretty.
3. Maybe I should hide myself from the world.
We have a complex disease. It affects us on so many levels–from the torture of itching to the hiding from judgment to the much asked question: why me? which can lead to depression.
We are a very large tribe. We live all over the world. Imagine if we all joined forces. Imagine if we put all our knowledge together to discover the cure for this disease. It starts with the word IMAGINE.
Call me an idealist but I think we have the ability to do this but it will take a serious change in the attitude of the medical profession, the pharmaceutical companies, all of us.
Remember reading about CURES? For polio? For smallpox? For all manner of diseases? What became of cures? Did they disappear because of their lack of profitability? That is too cynical. We must acknowledge that we are only here for a short time. Why not do something good?
Anyway, that’s my Christmas message. Imagine a cure for psoriasis. I think it’s doable.
MERRY CHRISTMAS and may 2020 be the year of clear vision (there’s a joke in there????)
Much love from Dakota, Lucky and Charlie