While life has definitely slowed in the Cervantes household there is one member still keeping me rather busy: Anessa. I have hesitated to write much about her recently because she is too young to grant me permission to share about her life. However, I do feel compelled to write about my emotional response to recent news and you will have to forgive any vagueness or generalities.
This time last year I was so overwhelmed with life I asked Miguel to write a blog for me for my birthday. I had recently learned that the lumpectomy to remove my breast cancer had not left me cancer-free and I would need a mastectomy. What a difference a year makes.
In honor of yesterday’s Purple Day, I’m changing up my usual format this week and posting an interview with Dr. Ashlyn Sanders, an awe-inspiring woman who has invented PATI, an FDA approved medical device that is already helping prevent oral injury in epilepsy patients across the country.
Last seen in February lighting a fire under my ass to deliver a killer TEDx talk. No sign or word from her since. I’d offer a reward for any tips to her whereabouts, but my motivation seems to have skipped town alongside her.
If your social media feed looks anything like mine, then you have learned a lot about matriarchy over the last couple of months. In particular, that matriarchy is not just patriarchy with women in charge. It is actually so different I’m not sure I can even imagine how it would look in a modern society – but holy shit would it be awesome to try.
Adelaide has been on my mind a bit more than usual lately. And it might be because of my new comfort show. Bear with me for a moment here, but it’s The Pitt. Perhaps it seems odd that I would find comfort in an arguably anxiety-inducing medical TV show. I get that. However, there are few places I have felt more comfortable than in a hospital.
I have a tendency to put a bit of pressure on myself. Add in a jam packed weekend, missing two of my son’s performances, and delivering a TEDx talk and you can smell the recipe for disaster through your screen. Thankfully, Alysa Liu entered my life through my television screen and I am now officially in my Alysa Liu era.
Over the last few years, I have seen an increase in memes and posts celebrating cancelled social plans. The problem is that in times like these, when our feelings of helplessness are threatening to overtake us – we need community more than ever… and that requires us to RSVP “yes” and stick to it.
The most common refrain I have heard this week when I’ve asked someone how they are doing is, “Well, all things considered…” Basically, outside of the blatant disregard for the US constitution, the continued detention of innocent adults and children, and the government protecting pedophiles – our personal lives are ok. But the longer this goes on, the thinner that line becomes.
Just one day earlier I had posted an essay titled, “We are not helpless”, and here I was forcing my way through Saturday feeling more helpless than ever. That evening, I was messaging with my dear friend and former teacher Mr. Peterson, (who you may remember from Normal Broken or The Luckiest). I told him, “This is a living nightmare. Everything. All of it. I can’t.” His reply was everything I needed to hear and more.
I do not subscribe to silver linings, bright sides, or any other mask for toxic positivity. This week though, I surprised myself by not only finding but craving the good in the bad. It started when I was doomscrolling Instagram and came across screenshots of reporter Margaret Killjoy’s Bluesky social posts.
After letting go of my dream of The Luckiest making the USA Today bestseller it finally happened this week. I am thrilled but also, was it the letting go that made it happen? Or was something larger at play… and how could that lesson helps us navigate the days, weeks, and months ahead as our country reaches a boiling point.
