I truly do not have time to write this, but, goddess help me… my fingers are typing and they will not stop.
I am getting ready to speak at a conference at which I will discuss how Depleted Uranium kills. Just as I take a break from the speech preparation (or, rather, try)… I glance at the news.
No rest for the weary, apparently. Another Kennedy has fallen, this one to brain cancer.
Wait just a crab-picking minute here! Is my noggin deceiving me or do the Hyannis Port Kennedys have some mighty strong and powerful connections with the Big C?
Didn’t sis Patricia have a bout with cancer? Don’t I recall the hubby of sister Jean, Stephen Smith, dying of it? What about young Teddy Jr. losing his leg to cancer as a lad? Didn’t Joan (Ted’s ex) have the pink-ribbon curse? What about Jackie O. – who, before the marriage to Aristotle, spent many a fine day on the Hyannis Port compound, only to succumb to lymphoma in later years?
Cancer’s not just in the genes, as evidenced by two of those who came down with the malignant curse by marrying into the family. For those of us who study the growing phenomena of man-made radiation, we know better… as it is now crystal clear the invisible, radioactive, contaminating culprits are in the air we breathe, the water we drink, and the food we eat.
I pause for a moment to consider the magnitude of horrors that one family is forced to face. Despite the fact that Ted’s only a half-baked liberal and not exactly the most vocally anti-war Senator in the Invasion and Occupation-loving bunch, it is with genuine compassion for not so much Ted - but his entire remaining family - that I quietly ask the question that clearly has no answer.
How much more pain and suffering will the Cape Cod Kennedy clan be forced to endure?