If you have
watched the news lately, you know that Senator John McCain died.
And if you
happened to see my most recent Kindness Activist piece, you know that my sister
was diagnosed with Glioblastoma this July.
So, if you
put 2 and 2 together, you might come to the conclusion that McCain’s death (he
also had Glioblastoma) hit my family in a particularly hard way.
And you would
be right.
All politics
aside – whatever your opinion of John McCain is/was – my hope is that him being
open and honest about his brain cancer will somehow shed more light on this
disease. My hope is that him being
famous will somehow draw more attention to the lack of research and innovation
in Glioblastoma treatment and cure. May
his diagnosis somehow open doors to more funding for brain cancer research, so
that new medicines, trials, and CURES can be discovered.
Yesterday
John McCain laid in state at the US Capitol.
I went to the Capitol to pay my respects, and in my heart I carried the
respects of my family (who are in Nebraska so could not attend). I knew the line would be long, but I had a
short day at work and decided that I would wait in line however long it
took.
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| The United States Capitol August 31, 2018 - flag lowered for John McCain |
I went early
– the public viewing did not begin until 1:00 pm and I went around 2:00 because
I assumed the line would be much longer after the regular work day finished at
5:00. Before heading out I checked the
list of prohibited items for the Capitol, and one thing banned was “liquid –
including water”. Alrighty then, no
water!!
I have lived
in the DC metro area for almost 20 years, so have been to the Capitol
often. Yesterday I was envisioning the
line being indoors. Boy was I wrong… The lines (there were 2) were huge and were
definitely OUTDOORS. The sun was beating
down and it was very, very hot. I think
when I was in line it was about 90 degrees, but it felt much hotter with the
sun beating directly down. The lines
were on either side of the Capitol and weaved in and out, each “row” separated
by metal barriers that were all hooked together. It looked a bit like lines at Disney World.
Well, I
hadn’t waited in line too long before I saw the first person get sick from the heat. It was an older woman in the row next to me,
and she began leaning on the metal barrier, then trying to unlock the barrier from
the one next to it to open it so she could get out. But the barriers were held together very well
and were HARD to unhook. I heard her say
weakly, “I need to get out…”, and the woman next to me and I started trying to
unhook the barriers to let her escape.
When we couldn’t get it open I began yelling “EMT, EMT!” and the other
woman shouted, “Medic needed here!”.
Other people got the barriers open and EMTs came and took the woman onto
one of many small make-shift “ambulances” that lined the street in front of the
Capitol. It made me so sad to see her on
the stretcher. I imagined that she was a
die-hard McCain fan, here to pay her respects, and now she would not be able
to. I wanted to shout, “If you begin
feeling better, please come take my place in line!”, but I didn’t, and I doubt
she got to return.
After that
incident I guess you could say that people started dropping like flies… There was no shade (save the rain umbrellas
that some people held) and the sun was H-O-T.
And there was no water for those of us that didn’t bring any. I searched frantically for someone selling bottles
of water but there was no one. Red Cross
workers had water for emergencies only, and when someone was feeling faint they
would take them out of line and either have them sit on a little brick wall with
a cold pack on their neck or put them on a stretcher and remove take them away.
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This photo does not capture the density or length of the LINES,
but gives you some idea |
I started to really
worry. I have only suffered from the effects
of heat stroke once (we went to India during what turned out to be a record
heat wave). It was spooky when I got
sick in India, and I did not want to relive that experience yesterday. I think the combination of the heat and my panic
was not good, and my heart began to race.
But I didn’t want to get out line – I had come to pay my respects and
that is what I intended to do.
So, I texted
my sweetheart David. He offered to come
down and bring me water and my sunhat. I
was so relieved when I saw him walking up!
I poured a bit of cool water on my neck and quickly drank a bottle,
saving the second one to drink while I was in the rest of the line.
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| Empty chair representing POWS and those MIA inside the US Capitol |
When the line
finally moved to INSIDE the Capitol, it was fine. The air conditioner kept us all cool and the
wait was not difficult at all. The site of McCain's casket lying in the Capitol Rotunda, draped in an American flag and guarded by two soldiers, was stunning. He lie right under the beautiful domed ceiling, and those paying their respects wept, prayed, and some saluted.
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| Beautiful card given to all who attended |
Well, while I was still in line I asked David via text if he would mind going to the store and buying a couple
of cases of bottled water. When I got
done at the Capitol, I wanted to hand out water to other people waiting in
line. He agreed, and when I was out he
met me with 2 cases of water and a big rolling suitcase.
I put the water
in that suitcase and off I went, back to the line!! By this time the clouds had rolled in, so it
was not AS scorching, but it was still hot.
The street was closed off (blocked by large trucks) and the area was
guarded by many police officers (some of them carrying machine guns…). The bomb sniffing dogs sniffed my suitcase 4
times to make sure it was safe. “It’s
just water!” I assured the dog wearing booties to keep his feet from getting
burnt.
They were
only small bottles of water, but they brought large smiles to the faces of
people in line. I had noted the
diversity of the crowd inside the Capitol earlier and was amazed: there were
African Americans, Indians, Asians, Caucasians, elderly people, infants, those
in wheelchairs, Muslims, school children, veterans, blind people, Deaf people,
those who spoke other languages, people in military uniforms, there was even a
homeless man in line. So, when I had water to hand out, it gave me joy to share it with such a wide array of people!
“How much?” some
people would ask as I handed them a bottle of water. “It is free,” was my reply. “I waited in this line earlier and know how
hot it is”. I was thanked countless
times and took joy from the wide smiles.
When I only had 3 bottles remaining a group joined the line that
included 2 monks dressed in beautiful orange robes. They were thirsty and happily took
water. It felt so fitting to be able to
share this small gift with them.
This act of
kindness was a good reminder for me of how being kind not only benefits the
RECIPIENT, it also gives joy to the GIVER.
I have been sad and stressed since my sister’s diagnosis and this simple
act made me feel lighter and gave me a bit more hope for the world overall.
When the water
was gone I went to the Vietnam Memorial (“The Wall”) for a candlelight vigil
for the Senator. It is always touching
to be in that space, especially when veterans and their families are there.
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| Vietnam Memorial, Washington DC - candlelight vigil for John McCain August 31, 2018 |
I am grateful
to live in our country’s capital, so close to events like yesterday’s. And I am thankful to have a schedule that is flexible
enough to be able to participate in things.
And I am
HOPEFUL that John McCain’s illness will somehow shed light on Glioblastoma, resulting
in increased funding, research, effective treatments, and a CURE.
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| Candles and uniform left at the Wall |
