Nothing in my own life is worth blogging about today. I've tasted the horror of losing everything to cancer, and been lucky, so far.
Via Sills Bend, I learn of Badger the Blogger.
Badger is a US graduate student. Her husband was diagnosed with liver cancer.
There has been an online campaign to raise money for their medical bills, because they are under the unspeakably revolting US medical system, so having liver cancer entitles you to bankruptcy. Melbourne's Laura is helping out.
Read Badger's chronicle of the successive worst days of her life. She knows there's more to come.
Today is the worst day of Badger's life. And her son's.
Sometimes it feels trite to console people you don't know, but I think there's something in blogging that means we appreciate everyone who stops and thinks about our pain, and takes the time to leave a message. I know I do, and I've never been where Badger is.
If you are up to it, leave her some love.
Fuck life is a dirty bastard.
UPDATE: So are people who support two-tiered medical apartheid. I've been reading more of Badger's story, about how they'd taken medical insurance but it wouldn't cover a liver transplant, and the government told them to truck off and die, and how she couldn't even get his prescription filled because they were not rich enough to deserve treatment.
The same so-and-sos who support, implement, and defend this vile system go absolutely nuts when it comes to removing the feeding tube from someone who's been a vegetable for years.
Happy armaniac returns tomorrow.
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