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20 Dec 2004Yesterday, I was invited to a spontaneous, early Christmas dinner at a house in the mountains east of San Diego, where I stayed for a few weeks last spring–very clean air, renovated for MCS, HEAVENLY place.
Oh, it was wonderful to sit around a beeswax-candlelit table out on the porch [for the man of the house, who is severely sensitive to electricity] and eat a delicious, HEALTHY meal with fragrance-free people who GET IT. Imagine actually being able to have a non-cyber social life again–who knew? It was a pleasure to be having a real dinner with all the fixings, all healthy, and not have to worry about boring anyone with all things MCS-related. To be able to relax in a group of people is no small thing.
I learned how to make a delicious rack of lamb with rosemary and garlic, I had a taste of sulfite-free wine, and I felt like I belong to a circle of like-minded friends. Now I feel like crying because it’s so sad that so many of us can’t take that kind of thing for granted like “normal” people do.
What a lovely dream for a chemical-free future for all of us.
Anyway, I talked about what I’ve been working on with a few online friends, an underground network of emergency help for MCSers in crisis, and they were all impressed. Housing is the biggest problem for people who are made very ill by chemicals of all kinds.
Nicole, the elderly Belgian woman with MCS and cancer who hosted our little party, said she would donate to our emergency fund. She gives to cancer and MCS every year, so this will be her MCS donation. Craig said he would put me in touch with his MCS activist contacts around the country. I think Craig and his fiancee, Jennifer–both have MCS–will be valuable resources.
I was feeling a bit guilty for having such a good time while my best friend Barb, who was the inspiration for the MCS Underground, is stuck in her car in the Connecticut winter for lack of pesticide- and mold-free housing, but she actually enjoyed hearing about it when we talked on the phone. I thought you might enjoy it too.
Happy, healthy holidays to all.
I'm not really famous. In case you were wondering. But I tried. I once believed that fame makes you real - a perversion of "The Velveteen Rabbit" theme that love makes you real. Guess I equated fame with love. Sad. You can read more about that here.