Hi! My name is Kandas and the Affordable Care Act saved my life!
Yesterday I received my regularly scheduled doses of Herceptin and Lupron to keep that naughty Bertha away. As I was sitting in the infusion chair, IV drip, drip, dripping protein inhibitors into my bloodstream, I was prompted to share the following message to Facebook:
Today is National Uncle & Aunt Day. Over 30 humans call me “Auntie Kandas”.
Today is also my tri-weekly infusion of Herceptin, the pharmaceutical marvel that is keeping Bertha away.
I am alive today because of the Affordable Care Act. The ACA doesn’t give me free insurance. We pay roughly $10k per year for the privilege of staying alive.
Not everyone can afford $10k per year. Does that mean they are less deserving than me? That their life is any less precious?
Social media trainers tell us not to share about sports, politics, religion or sex on our walls.
I am a rule breaker.
I believe health care should be a right and not a privilege. Compassionate societies care for their citizens.
So I am going to continue to remind anyone who follows me on social media that I owe my life to the Affordable Care Act, in hopes that enough people will feel compelled to tell their Representatives and Senators that this partisan bickering needs to stop. That people are more important than politics.
I am looking forward to more little humans calling me Auntie Kandas… And a couple even calling me Grandma… one day.
The ACA is keeping me alive.
I know these Facebook posts make some of my network uncomfortable, even angry. It’s an inconvenient truth that I will keep sharing. I have an 18-year-old daughter who needs me.