BLM, COVID and NED
The last time I marched was in 2017, right after the election. The Women’s March was empowering and left me with a lot of energy and hope. But unfortunately, Ovarian Cancer sapped away my physical energy, and I was with my friends in spirit when they marched for Climate Change and a few other issues. The past two weeks brought more protesting, more marches, and once again, I was a spectator. While I have been NED (no evidence of disease) for two years — wow!— the PARP inhibitor I am taking keeps my energy and white count low. So coupled with the risk of getting the Corona Virus, I stayed home while some of my friends hit the street. This past Saturday, I was on my way to Johns Hopkins to pick up the drug that is keeping me NED, when we were stopped by a large group marching down Greenmount Avenue. It was a diverse crowd of young. And old, black and white, carrying signs and chanting. And I was grateful to see most were wearing masks. I was happy for our timing. We got to sit for ab