Freaking out? Here’s a great party-neutral fact sheet of what you can expect the next couple of years.
For me, this means I don’t have to spend my nights filled with terror about whether or not I’ll be laid off or how we’ll pay for J’s cancer scans. It means I’m not chained to a day job for the rest of my life. It means that if I do start to make it as a freelance writer, I’ll be able to afford to stay home and write books if I want to.
What a lot of people don’t realize is that the biggest dream I lost four years ago when I got t1 was the dream of being a full time writer someday (that, and being a licensed scuba diver. Needless to say, the writer thing was far more tragic). It’s going to be very interesting to see what kind of explosion in entrepreneurism we have now that we don’t have to be employed in order to afford healthcare.
Is it a perfect bill? Of course not. It’s going to be messy to implement, and people will freak out. It will be a rough ride. But when I explain the madness that was being uninsurable to my nieces and nephews in twenty years, they’ll look at me like we were some kind of crazy barbarians living in a madhouse distopia.
And, to be honest, if you had an illness like mine, if you fought with insurance companies the way I did, if you had to scream and cry and beg for care you were actually entitled to (let alone try to afford uncovered care) – you were.
