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Show 102 when I am not there. He sometimes care-takes me when I am there. And now he troubleshoots an entity that should be helping, not hurting, an entity that should be removing burdens, not adding them. And all the time he is doing this, his face glows with the embarrassment of receiving government help. It is a government-enforced poverty, we realize. There is a simple formula for this hardscrabble life: a) I am deemed uninsurable b) Medicaid is all that is left for me, and, c) Medicaid is legislated as only available to the poor; therefore, I have Medicaid and we are, thus, now poor. This is an absurd descending equation that legislators should attempt to live by before they casually condemn others to it, I am thinking. I have a sterling thought: If this same entity would attack wealthy insurance companies who drop people like me from their roles with the same vigor that it attacks me, perhaps people like me would have no need of further government assistance. Perhaps people like me would not have to drag their families through the back alleys of poverty in America. Perhaps then Hy could earn a real living doing what he was educated to do. And perhaps, I am thinking, then I would stop getting letters that shout at me. I am just so very tired. |