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Flame, delete, criticize, lock … I’m numb to it today.
Excepting a few editorial adjustments, I posted this exact same message on Free Republic. Anyone who knows me in real life or on this board knows my credentials. I don’t feel the need to justify that I’m a liberal Democrat beyond that because this isn’t about me. If either site feels the need to ban me or delete this post ... then I will let this be my final statement in both houses, and I will take to the streets to begin this discussion instead ...
A man is dead. Dead from a disease that in 2005 no one within shouting distance of a quality hospital should have to succumb to … 563,700 people died from cancer in the U.S. last year. Whatever your politics, no matter if your right, left, Bush, Kerry, Nader, didn’t vote, anti, pro; you MUST to admit -- our healthcare system in the U.S. is broken. Is a nationalized healthcare system part of the solution? I personally believe so; you can disagree with me. I’m okay with that. In fact, that’s one of the many reasons I love America -- you and I can disagree, but let’s discuss it and talk about it and FIX it. I don’t have all the answers; there is no perfect solution for any problem ... everyone will die of something someday, but by God, let’s TRY. I mourn the death of a man, Andy Stephenson, a man I never met in person, because he didn’t have to die! Not now, not so young with so much life and work ahead of him.
The people who doubted him, questioned rightly or wrongly whether his condition was legitimate are IRRELEVANT. Yes, you read that correctly. I didn’t know Andy personally, but while those who maliciously came after him most likely bothered him, I doubt they were on his mind in his final moments. He said, “I WANT TO LIVE.” He was thinking of his family and partner and loved ones and thinking, “WHY?”
I don’t care what the numbers and statistics are about pancreatic cancer are ... how fast it moves, how aggressive it is ... my grandfather died before I was born because of this disease and little progress has been made since he passed 21 years ago this month. There are two giant problems we must solve: the cost of medical help and the quality of it.
I’m 20 years old and heartsick that this country continues to leave behind those who cannot afford quality healthcare. The first thought too many people have to deal with when diagnosed with terminal or debilitating illnesses is not, “What am I going to tell my family?” etc … It’s, “HOW AM I GOING TO PAY?” I don’t care what you believe about anything else. Why? Because this goes beyond our individual political and/or personal philosophies. This goes beyond you and me as singular entities. This goes to the heart of who we are as human beings. If Andy’s doubters did something legitimately illegal, I will be the first to do whatever I can to prosecute them in court and in the public arena, but LET THAT NOT BE OUR FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS. Let’s fix our healthcare system! There shouldn’t be any disagreement between the left and the right about the fact that we have to get on our hands and knees in the mud and FIX IT. The BS that keeps any real progress being made in regards to our health care system affects every single human being in this country. Sickness knows no political party. If our elected officials can’t get beyond political differences, let us, the people on the ground, their constituents, unite, at least on this issue. We can fight about whatever else we want BUT--
If America fixes, or at least gets SOMEWHERE with its health care system, then the possibilities for the treatments and cures of diseases EVERYWHERE is endless. But this is something we have to do as one. As Americans we have to stand up and say, "enough!"
The bottom line is: if we lived in a country with a halfway decent healthcare system, whether anyone believed Andy wouldn’t matter. Those who knew him could have gathered around him and nursed him and wished him well. Andy wouldn’t have had to come back from the doctor’s and immediately say, “HOW?”
I honestly can’t tell you where we should go from here, but let’s START. Let’s TRY. I’m TIRED. And I mourn.
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