I’m hotter than a billy goat in a pepper patch. I can’t put it together. I can barely speak.
On this blog I’ve made the turn from facts to feelings in the last 100+ days, likely because facts seem to have suffered a fatal blow in this unrecognizable version of the world.
Here’s my feeling: I just left CancerCon (post in process), a group of many hundred sparkling, talented, mutually supportive young adults with cancer. Every last one of them contributing and (this is my bottom line) not any less human than before they got sick. THROUGH NO FAULT OF THEIR OWN. I’m one of those hundreds.
The Affordable Care Act was my civil rights legislation. Its “replacement” is the repeal of my and my legion of patients hard fought and nightly worried over civil rights. To adequate care. To freedom from unnecessary physical suffering and premature death and disability. Freedom from fear of sinking ourselves and those who love us into destitution to pay for our care. That’s all I have for now.
Am I less than my healthy counterpart? Is my humanity so easily disregarded by my country?