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I am a fighter. I am sometimes even a crusader.
Before I got sick, I fought for things I believed in. I had a strong sense of moral outrage that flared at everything from being overcharged on my Baycard (my friend Donald could tell a few stories there!); to lobbying on behalf of theatre producers who were unfairly taxed; to my clients, whom the media should be writing about; to social injustice.
I have a strong sense of right and wrong.
I have a powerful sense of Honour that I often think, somewhat cynically, was more hindrance than help in my career in p.r. I would have made a good Knight of the Round Table.
I am as stubborn as the Mountain Goat that is my zodiac sign and as unswervingly faithful as the Dog that is my Chinese Astrological sign.
Now I am sick, I fight to stay alive. I have little energy left over.
I am stubbornly, unswervingly, devoted to transcending this obstacle.
And the more illnesses the universe sends me, the more I dig in my heels.
My life is 50% stubbornness; 40% hope; and 10% rage against those of the medical profession who would take that hope away.
And since this is my website, I can say what I want. Expect no political correctness here... |
