Tuesday book review is postponed, because I'm too sad and angry.
I'm sad because Mr. Badger died yesterday. No, he's not someone I know in person. He's the husband of an anonymous blogger, known to me only as Badger. He was my age, with a young son. And just under a year ago, he was diagnosed with liver cancer. Her writings have been heartbreaking.
And I'm angry because of the mess that passes for a health care system in this country. I'm angry because one of Badger's friends had to pass the virtual hat to raise money to pay for Mr. Badger's hospice care. I'm angry because Cubbiegirl has a tooth infection and is puking from the pain and can't afford to have it extracted.
And the scary thing is that neither Mr. Badger nor Cubbiegirl is one of the 45.8 million Americans without health insurance, as reported today by the Census Bureau. Mr. Badger had health insurance, but he ran through the $100,000 annual limit and it only covered a portion of the cost of hospice care anyway. And Cubbiegirl is a veteran, but the VA health system doesn't cover dental care, unless it's service related.
This week's New Yorker has a nice article by Malcolm Gladwell on the problems caused by lack of insurance and under insurance, and how the current Administration is full of people "who regard health insurance not as the solution but as the problem." It's worth a read. But it will make you angry too.