WHERE ARE THE WOMEN? WHERE ARE THEIR HEARTS?

WHERE ARE THE WOMEN? WHERE ARE THEIR HEARTS?

Women are the nurturers. But where are they right now? Women are to be fountains of love–but where are there hearts? Has something changed?

Most of us know what being a caring individual looks like. We’ve seen it demonstrated in our childhood and/or adult homes. If not, we’ve found it in our friends, in books, films and our relationships. Being cared for, being honored by others beats in our hearts. It’s in our DNA. And because of that, we know how to rush to help a child; how to want to stop a child or anyone from crying. We know how to reach out, help someone in trouble, call, text, check on a friend. We worry, want to help. Again, it’s in our DNA.

Or is it? Am I being a sentimental fool and talking about a world that no longer exists? No, I think that world still exists, the desire to care is still there, but we are frightened. Every one of us. Things have changed.

IN THIS MOMENT 

Never before have we had to think about who we touch, walk near. That we can’t hug someone, console another human being. (I embarrassed myself during this past week, walking up too close to a neighbor I had not seen in a long time, forgetting the necessary distance. She had to remind me to step away. And this happened after months of knowing the rules, because it’s not NATURAL TO ME. Neither is seeing my grandchildren and not being able to hug them, or sit with my grandson and draw, or go outside and play basketball.)

And I get why in the grocery store, some people just can’t remember to follow the arrows. Maybe under their breath they are saying, “F-the arrows.” But at the same time they must know THIS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS. Or do they. I wonder. Because I have also never had to avoid a group of people and their conversation because even though they are living in the same world I am living in, they see that world in a totally different way. It’s frightening. It’s crazy. They make me crazy. 

SO, WHAT I AM REALLY LEARNING…

I am learning that I stand with every healthcare worker in the United States of America. 

Someone might be moaning that they need a haircut or want to have their nails done; someone else might be angry that they can’t hang out in a bar with friends; someone might be willing to brandish a gun because they are angry about rules, masks, social distancing. WELL YOU KNOW WHAT? With all the care in my heart, all the kindness that is part of me I say: TOO BAD. GET OVER IT. THAT’S WHERE I AM RIGHT NOW. THAT’S WHERE MY HEART IS RIGHT NOW. 

And so I am dedicating this post to CELIA MARCOS, who ran into a COVID19 patient room without a N95 mask, because her patient had stopped breathing. Seconds count. There was no time to get the right mask. She subsequently died of COVID19.

And I wish to honor Dr. Mark Morocco who wrote about this loss: “I won’t take the chance treating COVID19 patients without proper PPE. To honor Marcos memory, no nurse or doctor should. The Hippocratic oath does not include a suicide clause…Call Fox News, tweet the president until he blocks you, stand up in your home office and make your voice heard. When they ask for a name, tell them you are Cilia Marcos.”  

(Thanks to Dr. Morocco MD and professor of emergency medicine. His statement appeared in the LA TIMES. Read it a few times. Think about it. It will keep your heart open.) PHOTO CREDIT: LA TIMES.