I think it’s easier when I’m around people who’ve been with me since Mike died. Everyone wants to know how I’m coping and what happened at the end and on and on.
I’m coping, but it’s harder here. Maybe it’s because I visited my sister’s grave and then my father’s grave yesterday. Mike doesn’t have a grave. He’s in my heart, but there’s no one place I can go where there’s a memorial to him. Once Eblen’s new building is up and the break room is there, maybe that will be good.
My late sister’s neighbors came over last night. I love Gary and Claudia. They were the best man and matron of honor at Ellen and KJ’s wedding. They knew Mike had cancer, but they were horrified to learn that he died because he couldn’t afford a colonoscopy when it might have saved his life.
Gary talked about someone he knew not being able to deal with a tooth abcess because he couldn’t afford it. People die from that. Honest. The infection can spread to the brain and kill you.
Gary owns his own business and he thinks about whether he’ll ever be able to retire and still have access to healthcare. MIke’s death has made him think more about healthcare as a right for all Americans instead of just the ones who are lucky enough to have insurance and/or money.
That’s where I want to start. I want to get people thinking about healthcare as a right, as it is in every other industrialized country in the world. I want people to question the system and then demand change. I’m tired of hearing how we ought to do something. People are dying; it’ time for action.
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