With all the experts, scientist and doctors we have in the World, I find it odd that we have no cure for Aids, Cancer and now Covid-19...
We've sure come a long way on a lot of cancers and HIV as well. I went to a hell of a lot of funerals for AIDS victims in the 80s. People in their 30s, 40s. Back then it was a death sentence. Today, not so. And it's only a matter of time until a vaccine is tested and distributed for the known strains of this particular coronavirus.
On my mind: the so many complications of life during the time of this coronavirus. Kin of mine had taken one of their two cats to the vet awhile back for some tests, since the animal had seemed to grow more lethargic than even a normally pretty lazy cat should have been behaving. So some tests were done; now the results have arrived and the kitty has a condition that would not resolve well even with surgery.
This particular vet normally does house calls for a house pet's euthanasia if requested, and will do so this time, but everyone will have to be gloved, gowned and masked for protection of the humans against transmission to each other of the covid-19 virus.
I was laughing through tears, imagining-- no, just knowing!-- that that kitty would be trying to play with the protective gear as my kin suit up to witness the kitty's crossing of that "rainbow bridge" to join its sibling, which had passed away several years ago.
Then I told myself to shape up: human beings are dying in their thousands all over the world from this damned coronavirus.
Still, I was raised to believe not a sparrow falls but the Creator sees it. So to the sparrow's predator's end as well, and who am I not to acknowledge the loss and sorrow.
But no requiem masses for the lost kitty. I skipped my jazz explorations last night and shall have them now to celebrate the fun of playing w/ those two cats when they were rambunctious little drape climbers.