First Amendment rights offer hope
I was diagnosed with cancer during Donald Trump’s first term; I was 35. I spent six months navigating uncertainty, dread and relentless physical pain — chemotherapy, needles, exhaustion that words can’t capture. While I sat in that infusion chair for eight hours a day, five days a week, two weeks at a time, guess who was always on the screens that weren’t monitoring my vitals? Donald Trump. During the worst chapter of my life, there he was. I never liked him. As a child, I remember laughing with my dad at his ridiculous hair on “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.” I always ...