Charts of accumulated inches, photos of cars stranded, maps made beautifully daunting with colors, coded to show who’s got it worst fill our news feed and our consciousness. Even when our window shows only a dusting of snow and our own commutes are perfectly manageable, these images from elsewhere negate what we are actually experiencing, instead clouding our minds with fear that we will be next, that our data will be added to the charts, that we will become the next headline.
It is much easier to be hospitalized, homebound, grieving, depressed on a Tuesday than on days like this. For Tuesdays are not filled with expectations. They are not photo worthy. There are no hashtags.
I want to tell them that it is true, that he IS unlike anyone they have ever treated or read about, but that his exceptionality has little to do with the way his DNA fails to repair itself after injury.