This blog is intended to explore different dimensions of disease and our collective abilities to cope. That is a wide mandate. A disease is defined as a disorder of structure or function. We have a national disorder that is devastating. We are waving the white flag and giving in to sickness.
The White House is proposing a $1.2 billion cut this year to the National Institutes of Health’s budget, targeting research grants. That is about a twenty percent cut. We seem to be laying down arms and assuming fetal position. Almost twenty percent of us live with a disability and nearly 50 percent have at least one chronic illness. Trump is turning his back on us, and there is silence.
One valid and vital coping mechanism is our resolve to fight back and protect our lives and those of our loved ones. That is instinctive and should be overpowering. Seems basic to me. Yet I hear little and sense no resistance. Yet many are fighting for their lives.
My much-loved brother-in-law is fighting pancreatic cancer spread to his liver. It feels as if he has been abandoned. Rep. Tom Cole, a conservative Republican from Oklahoma, is one of the few on the Hill who gets it. “We have more to fear from a pandemic than from a terrorist attack,” Cole said on morning television.
There is so much at stake for us, and we have become the silent minority.