Perverse
My living room has been invaded by giant blue snails. Because of the flood.
My books, for the first time in my life, were actually up off the floor. However, the dozens of crates of magazines and articles for my research sitting right in front of this weren’t. Major moving problem, to make room for the blue snails.
But the joy didn’t stop there. A phone call informed me that an old friend is dying of a brain tumor, and is only expected to live anywhere from two weeks to two months longer. I suppose it’s a relief of sorts. She’s suffered from breast cancer (including a double-mastectomy) for the last couple of years.
In grant writing class tonight, someone was looking for a problem statement for their cause (breast cancer). I suggested that hospice care might be a good problem. My friend has been living in her sister’s garage throughout most of this indignity. You see, if you’re terminal in the US, and you don’t have health insurance, they just send you home to die. Even if you don’t have one.
It’s been a really perverse day.
Crap, how things sometimes conspire against our hearts sometimes, eh? I’m sorry for your friend.
Even though it’s been 7 years since mom and 3 years since dad, every time I see the word “hospice” anywhere I remember the faces and loving touches of the women who came into this house, to take care of them (and me).
Steady, man. Steady. Wishing you well.
My friend has been living in her sister�s garage throughout most of this indignity. You see, if you�re terminal in the US, and you don�t have health insurance, they just send you home to die. Even if you don�t have one.
This also happened to a family friend. Her husband left her after she was diagnosed (he said he couldn’t handle cancer) and she discovered he hadn’t paid the bills in months. No insurance, evicted from her home, everything seized by the bank, died in her elderly mother’s home. The situation was horrible to watch unfold. Her death was a sad relief to everyone, and to her as well.
Thinking of you and yours.
I’m sorry for your friend. We can only hope that some decent Democrat who really will bring in good universal healthcare gets elected. I am so grateful for what w have here in Canada – I would have died many years ago if it wasn’t for it. When Dad died just before Christmas they put him in Hospice as soon as they realized it was terminal and imminent in the hospital itself and gave him great treatment for the two weeks he was there. One more thing I am grateful for.
I hope your carpet and papers survive Jeff. Have you done the taxonomy on the Giant Blue Snails yet? 🙂
it’s obviously a republican plot.
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