Let’s revisit recent history. On November 4, the Democrats lost power during the midterm elections. A Canadian newspaper expressed shock. Despite the article’s singing the President’s accolades, POTUS took the blame for the loss of power of his political party despite being distanced from the left-wing candidates on the campaign trail. They intentionally kept POTUS at arm’s length, but he took the blame for their election failures anyway. That’s what leaders, true leaders, do. Barack Obama is a true leader. [Read more…]
I told God a month before being cleared of breast cancer. In October I’d received news that I had an abnormal mammogram result. “I am not ready,” I repeatedly whispered, almost like a mantra, to anyone up there who might be available to listen. I chanted it to my late dad, grandpa, former mother-in-law, and former uncle-in-law. (I don’t know that many dead people.)
I absolutely did not have time for cancer. I was about to become a world-famous blogger like… Come to think of it, I did not know any world-famous bloggers.
Suddenly, my recent past made sense. No wonder God had given me so many good parking spaces at work recently; he was about to give me the “Big C”. I tossed and turned after getting the dreaded notice that there might be an abnormality and that I had to return for more tests. In my mind, the form letter was just a formality. I had already received a death sentence. [Read more…]
“No one Can Make You Feel Inferior Without Your Consent,” explained Eleanor Roosevelt. I hope President Obama feels this way since whatever he does, whichever way he turns, he gets criticized by Republicans.
In 2010, for example, PBO designed the Affordable Care Act. In an unexpected move, a conservative Supreme Court judge, acting as a swing vote, approved it. Ever since, President Obama has been branded a Socialist by the GOP.
When recent immigration legislation was delayed by the Republican Senate, POTUS insisted he would use an executive order to expedite the results. Name calling ensued once again. This time President Obama was called “a king,” and Republicans threatened to sue him.
Despite these accusations that President Obama thinks he is a king on high, too lofty for the American people, lately President Obama has been accused of not being “high” enough. Recently, in China, our president refused the limousine service used to ferry around previous presidents. In addition, when he emerged from his choice of vehicle, he was chewing gum. According to USA TODAY, this earned the president the reputation of a “rapper”. Whether a king or a rapper, Barack just can’t seem to win. [Read more…]
we act without thinking or we keep thinking without acting. Last Tuesday night, Democrats failed to act, and the party suffered sweeping losses around the country. I maintain the reason that the Democratic party, the party of “yes”, the party of Obama, suffered such damage is complacency, the feeling people have when they are satisfied. Damage definitely is the result. Now, according to the NEW YORKER, President Obama is being asked to work with the very people who threatened to sue him, Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell and the Republicans.
Many theories have emerged over the last week seeking to explain the inexplicable. A rejection of President Obama by his own party is key theorists explain. Months ago, when fears of Ebola were raging and ISIS was threatening, Democratic candidates refused President Obama’s help. The buzz on the street was that he wasn’t doing enough to handle these crises, and PBO was kept at arm’s length. Republicans subsequently played on Americans’ fears with negativity about the President. [Read more…]
I never said to anyone. Yet, I suspect this time tomorrow that is exactly what I will say when people ask about my pets. His name wasn’t always, “Nasty.” Years ago, my then boyfriend, now husband, Wayne, suggested I get a friend for my dog Minnie. It would keep her young, he explained.
Enter Angel, a sweet little boy. A white dog has eyes that stain, unbeknownst to me at the time. No matter who we asked or what we did to clean his face, it seemed to stay eternally black. My daughter Hayley and I have very sensitive noses. Hayley would complain that he smelled even dirtier than he looked, and no amount of baths would change that. Hence, the name “Nasty” was born.
As his cough worsened, his bark decreased in volume. The guttural was replaced with almost a melodic sound.
Over time, Angel’s shape became distorted. His belly swelled with liquid. After draining, his frame still seemed too large for his little head. Eventually passersby compared him to other animals, a llama, an elk, even a pregnant female. As his shape changed, strangely my feelings for him morphed as well. My love for him quickly grew to ten times what it had been. I now proudly call him, “my little dog”. (I’ve read articles on this topic; apparently growing closer to a dog one cares for is common.)
The day my daughter Hayley left for college, she made one request of me: “Take care of my dog,” she commanded. As Angel’s health worsened, I resolved I would indeed take care of her dog. When Angel became too weak to walk, I was his carrier. Instead of my resenting his insistent begging to be carried, I went out of my way to transport him even going as far as to use a baby’s Snuggly. When everyone in my family suggested euthanizing him, I was his staunchest supporter to be kept here among us.
Apparently, tonight is the night I wave the white flag (how ironic a color) of defeat. Angel’s doctor has asked that he be permitted to put him to sleep, this time for good. Two painful seizures are too many reasons for me to keep up a fight I clearly can’t win. I must say goodbye to a dog I can’t bare to let go. Am I fighting for Hayley? for my soon-to-be heartbroken husband? for my ego since I have insisted for so long Angel belongs here with us?
The manager of our vet’s office and my neighbor both recently asked me how we did it. We took a sick little dog who was given six months to live and gave him a quality life for ten extra months. How did we do it? We did it with love.
This blog is a catharsis for me. How do others do it? Why is euthanasia okay for beloved pets but not for beloved human family members?
I look forward to your opinions.