So here it is, just three short years since I last blogged here. Today someone emailed me to ask if I stopped blogging because I was dead. I told her yes. But she really wanted to know if I was okay, if breast cancer was just a dim memory, or if I was in the throes of it again.
I'm fine--it's coming up on eight years since I got the diagnosis of a little bit o' cancer, and sometimes I can't believe it ever happened. And then I look at my right breast, with the divot and the crooked nipple that kind has a snarl along the scar line, and I remember that yes, oh yes, I sure did really go through all that shite.
When I found out I had the BC, I had just launched (along with many others of course) Air America Radio. It was 2004 and we thought that we could help throw the evil empire that was the Bush administration out. It was just one of many delusions. Others included getting paid on time and being told the truth by our CEO.
Now, eight years later, I feel a little bit as if I am getting the band back together. I'm at Current TV, heading up the programming department. And yes, once again I'm hoping to help beat back the forces of Republicanism, although this crowd makes the Bush gang look like sane people by comparison. The war on women, the attempt to turn back the clock to those Leave it To Beaver days when the men were men and the women were girls, the assault on women's rights and privacy and bodies--well, as we say every day, I can't believe I still have to protest this crap. But we do, and every day I go to work glad that at Current TV we have the freedom to say what we know is true, to call a bigot a bigot and to try to make sure that younger women--our daughters and sisters and friends--join us in fighting the yahoos trying to invade our lives. The Jennifer Granholm show, The War Room, hammers this topic home almost every night, and of course, my dear pal and Air America co-conspirator Ms Maddow has been brilliant on the topic.
And don't get me started on Susan G Komen and the hateful attack on Planned Parenthood.
Anyhoo, ladies who find this blog, let me say that I still don't walk or race for the Cure, though I remain willing to skip, skateboard, hopscotch, or bungee jump for the Prevention of breast cancer. And I will march, rally, blog, broadcast and most of all vote to turn back the attempts at assaulting my body in ways far more psychologically damaging that breast cancer ever was.
