Emily & I went to dinner tonight. A local restaurant kind of a “meat & 3” we sometimes frequent for their delicious home made pie. The waitress is also the pie maker. She came over to our table and said, “sorry I didn’t make any pies this week…I found out my husband has stage 4 colon cancer.” She walked over to the register and picked up a picture of her 3 little kids to show us. Emily looked at her and said “how did you even come in here to work?” “I have to” she said, “we don’t have any insurance.”
How many times does this story play out in towns and cities across this country? Hard working people make do and get by until one catastrophic illness wipes them out. We think it’s ok to pool our resources via taxes for government run fire departments to put out a blaze in our homes but if something is attacking our bodies…well, we’re on our own.
There is a meanness out there that makes me sad. I’m sad for that woman and her family but I’m sad for our country too. I know we can do better. I want us to do better. Some people think we have the best healthcare system in the world. That may be true but I also know that the woman that makes my peanut butter pie doesn’t have access to it so it doesn’t matter to her how great it is. Millions of other don’t have access to it either. That’s not acceptable to me. How about you? Are you OK with it?