Thanks, Doc

Like all humans, Dr. Anthony Fauci certainly has his faults.  But if it were up to me he’d have a room full of medals and the enforced respect of everyone in the world. 

He was at the front lines of slaying HIV-AIDS and COVID-19 into manageability territory over a series of many decades.   

Not with social media posts and TV sound bites, but with actual science. 

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Imagine that!

As a gay man of a certain age, I remember the righteous and justified anger and vitriol we initially met him with during the AIDS crisis. 

A time when the Reagan administration refused to see its urgency and blithely turned its back on mass death.

And how, as leader of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases (NIAID) at the time, he initially followed suit.

But what he didn’t do was turn a blind eye to ever-evolving facts.  Or nurse his bruised ego by trying to have his critics arrested and put in jail via a kangaroo court. 

He listened

Instead, he listened, learned and modified his opinions and the direction of his agency.  And went on to use medicine to save millions of future lives while helping to open the doors for life-extending treatments of so many others.

He did much the same with COVID, contrary to what Sen. Rand Paul and his blustering band of bull sh-tting bullies were saying this week during cross-examination that told more about the prosecutors than it did about the witness.

When your big reveal is that the person on “trial” gushed in his diary about meeting a movie star, then I and every other teenage girl would have been thrown in the slammer long ago. 

Along with more than a few boys and adult man-boys masquerading as public servants.

Truth hurts

To the latter point, just equate bragging rights and personally autographed photos as the equivalent of a diary entry.

As for the supposed medical inconsistencies and accusations they were spewing, it quickly became apparent that not a one understood how proper research and medical treatments and cures and proper protocols work. 

And how pandemics go.

Take it from me, science is not a straight line.

How do I know that?

Well, I had the unfortunate great fortune to be treated for a serious medical condition that required me to go for seven weeks of radiation treatment five days a week in the basement of one of the best hospitals in L.A. in March, April and May of 2020. 

Also known as the very height of  the COVID-19 pandemic.

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Me, everyday of my treatment

One week no one was wearing masks and you could take a loved one in with you.  Another you masked up and wore gloves and came and went solo.  Then it was full face paraphernalia and isolated waiting areas.  Then single cubicles, constant wipe-downs and ID checks around every corner by scary looking people with face guard body armor and clipboards. 

Supplies were plentiful, then low, then scarce.  Medical personnel the same.  Just when you’d get to know someone they’d disappear, never to be seen again.  You didn’t dare ask what happened to them for fear that someone would tell you the truth.

But then you did because you’re a human being and you wanted to know. 

So you could at least tell someone who knew them to send them your best.  

Because you knew they were at the front lines and did everything they could to help you. 

And in their own small way, did help you.

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Say that again!

That’s not the way it seems to work for Sen. Paul and the bro-y Bot Boy Senators playing junior high level Perry Mason at Dr. Fauci’s expense. 

Here’s a link to an article from NPR that summarizes it.

It also quotes numerous experts about the risks of a hysterical non-science based,, vindictive approach to medical treatment and what it bodes for all of our futures.

I’m too disgusted with the know-nothing MAGA-ness of it all to enumerate.

All I can do is write about it and ask anyone who reads this and happens to know the Good Doctor, that I send my best…

And to say thank you.

For real.

Dido – “Thank You”

P.S. – For a palette cleanser, I turned off the news most of the rest of the week and caught up with a little indie horror flick called Obsession that has grossed close to half a BILLION dollars at the box-office, and a big budgeted Spielberg-directed horror thriller called Disclosure Day that has taken in half that amount.  There’s a lot to say on both.  At a later date.

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Notes from the Edge

Carrie Fisher wrote these words for Meryl Streep to say as a fictionalized version of herself in the semi-autobiographical film Postcards from the Edge:

I can’t feel my life.  I look around and I know so much of it is good…but I just can’t believe it…I don’t want my life to imitate art.  I want my life to be art.

Those lines are condensed from a climactic speech where a perennially snide, yet terribly insecure and newly sober actress for the first time admits she realizes how fortunate she is to be alive and to have opportunities in which to thrive.

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It was an embarrassingly honest bit of contemporary self-parody 30 years ago. 

I mean, who is truly going to feel sorry for a talented young woman born into a wealthy show business family whose real life inspiration played Princess Leia in Star Wars?

But who knew it would have additional resonance all these decades later where so many of us are walking around wringing our hands over what our 2021 lives are, are not, or may never be?

The very same people who could have predicted that both Princess Leia AND the actress who played her would also be gone.

Stop that!

It doesn’t help that the news gives us daily warnings that the Covid Monster we assumed we were beginning to slay is actually still lurking just outside our door and ingeniously getting even closer.  

The latest tidbit is that the viral load for those infected with its new and improved Delta variant is ONE THOUSAND TIMES higher than its original and almost TWICE as CONTAGIOUS.

This reminds me of another line from another even more classic film, The Wizard of Oz.  After her house accidentally drops on the Wicked Witch of the East and that witch’s evil sister stands before her, an already nervous Dorothy is immediately warned by her friend Glinda that:

This is the Wicked Witch of the West.  And SHE’S WORSE THAN THE OTHER ONE!!

I’LL GET YOU MY PRETTY!

Considering film is our best cultural representation of what it’s like to be human, it shouldn’t be at all surprising that so many of us are in our current emotional states.

Well, I for one, had to take at least a partial step back from all of it this week.  There is nothing clever nor particularly profound about this decision except, well, I had to do anything but intermittently freak out amid, well, intermittently freaking out.

And as someone once told me, sometimes it’s better to do something, or anything, than nothing.

(Note:  I think it was a therapist who gave me that advice but I can’t be entirely sure I actually didn’t once read it in some old Carrie Fisher interview).

… or maybe it was Gary.

In any event, since I wasn’t up for volunteering in a space where I would be around anyone or anything I didn’t know (or anything or anyone who wasn’t vaccine certified), I chose to go back to the one constant in my life that has almost never let me down – friends.

One day I had an outside lunch with a buddy who I’ve known for over FORTY YEARS and haven’t seen in two.  Another evening was spent with two guys I haven’t seen in person in three years but have known for THIRTY. 

Another close friend I first met in 1982 is here for the summer and we’ve had a bunch of get-togethers.  I’ve also had a ton of long conversations with family members and others close to me that I haven’t talked to in a while. 

And now I’m all verklempt

I even – and I know this is shocking – made it a point to actually pay more attention to the person I see every day of my life – my HUSBAND – and actually make it a priority to LISTEN to what he had to say before I SAID anything.

The latter might not seem like a lot but, well… okay… the long married/long term couples will tell you…

I can’t tell you any of these was a panacea aka CURE for what’s been lurking outside my door, or yours, but it did help – A LOT. 

At least for a while.  Until it didn’t.

It was at that time that I reached out to even more people and began to listen and look around at my surroundings.

And breathe. 

It’s been too long Johnny

That helped too.  A bit.  At which time, things got somewhat anxious again and I started to write stuff.  Not a lot but enough to get me through some rough hours.  As it has so many times, through so many decades before.

And when that lost its effect I even went for a run and…worked out?!!??  A bunch of times.  That, in turn, bought me a whole bunch of extra, non-worrying hours.   Much as it hurt and I didn’t want to do it.

Oh, and it also brought….appreciation.

I’m kidding… I think

See, at the end of the day what you realize is that any life at all is art, woefully imperfect and consistently stressful, daunting and even haunting, though it may be.

I wish I could cure Covid but I can’t.  I wish I could thoroughly avoid Covid but, practically speaking, it’s impossible and not advisable. 

Though what I can do, and all of us can do, is live our lives with some meaning AND with the people that make us laugh and make us happy, and not let it poison so much of what is good about living at all.

It’s not a perfect art but, as Ms. Fisher observed all those decades ago, that’s not what life’s about anyway.

She also once famously said:

Instant gratification takes too long.

Amen to that, also.

Meryl Streep – “I’m Checking Out” from Postcards from the Edge