A Euron Sample For Westeros … (No That’s Not A Typo)

Anticipation, autonomy, awareness, betrayal, Challenge, Change, Civil War, conflict, courage, critical judgment, culture, Current Events, Discernment, Ethics, fables, faith, faithfulness, Fire And Ice, Game Of Thrones, hate, history, Human Condition, humor, Ideology, Imagination, justice, Literature, Mythology, Politics, Religion, Religious War, Uncategorized
Like most everyone else – that is, except probably for the actual actors and staff of Game of Thrones (hereafter GOT) – I have only watched the penultimate episode “The Bells”. So I know no more about how the series ends than anyone else. Least of all do I know who ends up sitting on the Iron Throne. That question presumably is answered in the final-season episode next week, as this is written (14 May). But if the Westerosi elite were to ask my counsel about who is best suited and equipped to sit on the Throne, I could recur to some ancient Greek texts, specifically Plato’s Republic, for some very wise advice. But first a solemn warning:  If you have not seen this next-to-last episode of GOT, then read no farther, because reading past this paragraph will almost certainly

JOY . . . in tattoos and poetry as healing

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My mom had her first mastectomy in 1949 when she was pregnant with me.  Things were different then. Mom and her contemporaries had no support after mastectomy. They had the surgery, were sent to get fitted for prostheses … and that was that. There were no hospital or clinic classes in art and poetry for healing. There were no support groups, no talk therapy. Perhaps worst of all, there was no privacy about medical records. My mother actually turned down a promising job opportunity because the firm's board members wanted to review her medical records before hire. Things have improved since Mom's day, thank goodness. Privacy and rights are better protected. There's patient support available before, during and after mastectomy. There&nb