Tag Archives: COVID 19

The Pandemic Shuffle

It’s two metres to the left,

Or six feet to the right.

Mouth and nose are covered,

And welcome to our plight.

 

Washing hands so carefully,

To the beat of that old song.

Is how we try to save a life,

You know it is not wrong.

 

The entire world is hurting,

A new reality is come,

How many people will be lost?

Before this Pandemic’s done?

 

Businesses are in danger,

Livelihoods are in peril.

The only thing that we can do,

Is pray that hand is sterile!

 

We keep our spirits up,

As we muddle through our day.

Do our best for each other,

And hope we find our way.

 

Help is coming I believe,

A vaccine will make it right.

And then the world will start anew,

With all our human might.

I really don’t like pink

Having said that, I do like some shades.  More importantly, I love what it stands for. The colour pink has been adopted by the cancer society to promote solidarity and bring awareness to the world.

Recently, a woman I admire greatly, told us that she is once again dealing with breast cancer. She overcame it once and I’m a firm believer that she will overcome it a second time. In her honour I painted a pink rose. I hope I have done it justice.

Cancer is a word that will send shivers up the spine of most people. My family has not escaped its tendrils. My Father overcame skin cancer, his Mother – throat cancer, his Brother – bone marrow. I have had two breast cancer scares. In each case the lump turned out to be benign. But for several days, in each case, I was left on tender hooks.

Cancer is not necessarily a death sentence. And yet the fear it instills . . . I have seen friends that have walked the path of chemo and radiation and whatever cocktail is necessary to eradicate their tumor. It is not an easy walk. But it is one that inspires those who witness it. The strength that is required is unimaginable to us who have not experienced it. The very least I can do is paint a pink rose.

Our world is presently in the throes of fear over a virus. We talk about the number infected and we talk about the number that have died. Some good news has recently been discovered: children are not as affected as adults. What is rarely talked about is that the majority of people get better. It is no consolation for the family and friends of those who did not but it does provide a little hope in a world that seems hopeless.

I am confident that we will find a cure, a vaccine. But I am not confident about the aftermath. So much fear. So much distrust. Will people once again shake hands, hug each other, trust each other? I understand the need for distance now but I hope that we will have the strength to once again reach out to each other when this is over. And I do believe it will be over, one day. I wonder what colour the ribbon will be for COVID-19?