Health insurance has changed since my first son was born. Each year we do pay more and more for services. When Perceiver of Truth was born, the state of Kentucky paid for all immunizations. When Faithful was born, I paid a $5 co-pay for each visit and immunization. When Joyful came around, the co-pay went up. However, when The Fire and Power of the H.S. was born, my insurance coverage went up 500%. I was given a yearly allowance of about $200. The first year’s worth of well-child visits and immunizations was to be over $1,000. The insurance market and customers should evaluate better ways to insure, but I do not want my government meddling in my health care.
Let me tell you about my mother. About 4 years ago, at Christmas time, she started smelling things, experiencing a bad taste in her mouth. Then she’d blink out for a few minutes. When she ate, food started dribbling down the side of her mouth. There were 3 second pauses between words when she spoke.
Mighty Doctor, Dr. Stephen Applegate, ordered a series of tests. They found a brain tumor the size of a golf ball. In the process of the testing, they found a rare, slow-growing cancer in the bowel. (I say Mighty Doctor because he was. He took care of all the women in my family until he died from Lou Gehrig’s Disease. He was all about the fight to live).
Surgery for Mom’s brain tumor came first. She wouldn’t have survived if they did the cancer surgery first. They suspect the brain tumor had been slowly growing for about a decade. However, the tumor had not only enlarged enough to cause mini-seizures and affected functioning, but growth had quickened. Surgery needed to be done quickly.
If Mom had been in Canada or Britain, obligated to their health care system, she would have died if she had to wait a month, much leass a year.
The woman who used to have Ginger Bread House Decorating Parties at Christmas,
who makes the most beautiful wreaths
who makes the most beautiful summer quilts,
would not have been here to make my Christmas mantel look so beautiful this year
( I pick out the stuff I like, but she makes it lushly pop),
Attend my son’s wedding,
See my son twirl me in the mother-son dance!
Or just be my mom!
There might be glitches in the business of health care right now, but I’d prefer the government stay out of my and my families’ right to the freedom of health care. It is the best health care in the world! I’d rather decide if I wanted to fight to live, instead of some government official telling me to throw in the towel.
Why would a government official care whether my mom died before she was “granted” permission to even fight to live?
I’ve always said I wanted to grow old, showing my sons how to grow old loving “The Lord.” Maybe that means being an inspiration of faith during a health struggle, allowing God to heal me through the hands of a doctor. Maybe that means my great-grandchildren coming to visit a granny who had an indomitable spirit who wouldn’t give up, who fought the good fight, and they want some of that spirit in them.
The choice, though, is mine. The choice is my mother’s. It is not some government bureaucrat’s choice.