A blogger’s epiphany

Me, a blogger?  Not in this lifetime, I have said.  Blogs are self-indulgent, self-serving screeds, often irresponsible, frequently inaccurate, and commonly incendiary.  I think bloggers like to play with matches.  There is scant evidence that much money changes hands in the blogosphere, anyway, so what is the point?  Bloggers must love the sound of their own voices.

And yet, I have been imagining a blog in my future.  Go figure.  I took the bold step of actually checking out some blogs, searching for any that at least seemed serious.  Voila.  There were interesting sites and sounds.   I read Andrew Sullivan’s blog, for example.  I may not have agreed with much I took in, but I was impressed by his writing and reasoning.

I mentioned irresponsible or incendiary blogs.  Allow me to suggest a few more I words that seem to apply to many blogs: inane.  Irrelevant.  Idiotic, not to put too fine a point on it.  I consulted Dr. Google to identify the most common blog topics of 2013.  Wow.   The blogosphere sure seems oxygen deprived.

In no particular order, the topics commanding the most attention ranged from fashion to relationships, buying and selling to, of course, celebrities.  Not just a few of those.  Clearly, a blog is what you make it, a serious marketplace of ideas or an aspiring cash cow.

Precious few outlets exist for writers these days. We spend a lot of time wandering in the desert.  A.J. Liebling wrote, “freedom of the press belongs to those who own one.”  I do not, but a blog makes me an old fashioned pamphleteer.  A blog is a ticket to freedom of expression without some corporate cipher standing over me and deciding which way the wind is blowing and what sells.  I had enough of that in network news.

My new blog will not be sexy, though serious sounds pretty good.  I hope it will touch lives.  I plan to write about coping with chronic illness.  Please hear me out.   I have been there, and I care. This a s a subject that actually matters to regular people.

There is not a human being in this country who does not know serious sickness, if not staring out from the mirror, then in the family or among friends, neighbors and colleagues.  In five years, the number of us living with a chronic condition has grown from ninety million to almost 138 million.  That is an explosion.  Aging baby boomers have brought this on.

And you want to read about hairless dogs?

All of us are aging.  Eighty percent of Americans over 65 have a chronic illness.  These conditions are incurable and often last a lifetime.  Many cancers and heart conditions, diabetes and GI disorders fall into this group.  And the hits just keep on coming.

Diseases are all different, but the coping issues are remarkably similar.  Chronic illnesses attack our sense of self, our confidence in the future our very self-worth.    The psychological toll can be staggering.   These are the problems that dominate our lives as we grow older.  Our ailments have become the new cocktail party small talk.  And we can use this online space to share our experiences.

Screw the doctors.  Patients want to connect with each other.  We long to touch and be touched.  Sickness can be a solitary journey.  I have endured two bouts of colon cancer and battled multiple sclerosis for forty years.  I have been doctored to death.  I thrive at talking to my own kind.  Patients..  Real people who have walked in my shoes and have no M.D. after their names.

We are a community.  This blog can be our gathering place.  We will help each other over obstacles, take an arm or hand and tell another that he or she is not traveling alone.  Please Join me.  I plan to discuss more than sickness.  There is the press, though some might argue the two are redundant.  I spent decades in various newsrooms and have a lot to say.

We have plenty to talk about.

One Response to A blogger’s epiphany

  1. Van DiBernardo October 21, 2013 at 7:16 pm #

    So, so glad you found this medium to share your perspective! You express what many cannot through your new “press”, but more importantly, you give dignity to owning one’s own story.