On the invisibility of loss
In the Fall of 2011, my mom died of ovarian cancer.
She’d spent the 4 1/2 years before that fighting it, including a major surgery, multiple rounds of chemo and radiation, and through nutrition and exercise.
Sure, humans are complex and do bad things, and that includes women. That’s not what I was responding to, which is the experience women have constantly and that is reinforced by many men I know or interact with on a regular basis (some of them are friends, some are not).