I feel confused. I have a stomach ache and I feel distraught. I feel love, compassion and compassion, but above all I feel deeply frustrated. How can it be that every year around the world there are no less 9 million people die of cancer , and since the outbreak of the pandemic 3 million people to Covid , and that it is possible to vaccinate against Covid faster and more effectively than there is a cure for cancer.
Yesterday, the top athlete born in Utrecht died Bibian Mentel , in her hometown Loosdrecht, after years of dealing with cancer. I'm not crying for that.. So many people die every day for so many different reasons. Bibian happened to be famous, and incredibly inspiring in how she stood in life. But I didn't know her, so I don't feel any personal pain. What I feel the compassion for is with all those next of kin, of Bibian, but also of those millions of men, women, children and the elderly who die every year.
The frustration feels like this; how can it be that the world is so enthralled by Covid, of a vaccine, of getting better and not dying, when there is still no cure for that cunt-cancer? Which turns off the cancer as soon as it manifests itself? Of course this is an unsubstantiated frustration, because every day thousands of people put themselves in laboratories and research centres around the world to make cancer treatable and less lethal. But I feel it to my toes.
A lot of strength to anyone who now mourns. Om Piet or Jan, Klazina, Georgio, Ahmed or Bibian. Love.