I care very much about a woman’s right to chose. I care even more that a beloved friend is stuck with a $400,000 hospital bill his insurance company refuses to pay because he went out of network in order to save his brain. The local hospital sent him to the best brain trauma center. He was given care he probably couldn’t have gotten other places and is fine–well crazy but he always was.
Rafe as I call him was a legal immigrant who came here with less than nothing. He owns a successful hair salon in Manhattan and a condo. He paid for his daughter’s law school tuition and expenses. He didn’t want her to start off life with massive debt. That’s a parent’s dream for their child, and not a crime. Yet now people will say he shouldn’t have paid so he could have had the money. But he had investments and savings also. Then 07,08 happened and along with most Americans he lost some of his money but didn’t need it and wasn’t planning on using it for many years. Save for a rainy day in America is really save for any medical condition.
Is it a crime to have saved money? Should it go to an insurance company? Is he supposed to begin again at 55? He owns the business yes and probably can sell it but can no longer cut hair. He is, I admit, lucky that he has a business to sell but why should he be forced to?
In the midst of the turmoil, was his wife, who forced him into the car to go to the hospital after he had a blinding headache and threw up, supposed to remember to call the insurance company? If it’s that important shouldn’t the original hospital’s social worker have reminded her? Made the call for her?
We take people at their most vulnerable moments and make them responsible for decisions that will impact the rest of their lives. Oh Pia, keep spouting cliches. Real original writing here.
OK I put the rest in draft. Basically like everybody I need encouragement and validation.
I know I accomplished a lot in the past couple of years but I wanted to accomplish so much more. Maybe I will. But I have to stay away from anything NLD because it hurts and makes me feel like an idiot.
I will never accept “disabled” as “differently abled,” nor will I ever allow myself to be thought of as disabled. Social Security doesn’t. People thought I had strange problems, was dramatic and exaggerating my balance, coordination and other problems until I found out about NLD. Maybe that was better.
Maybe that was way better as I thought I was a person with much to offer. I hope to think that way again.