Warning – this is not a political post. It’s about fighting for your life when someone else is holding the key.
God Complex – an unshakable belief characterized by consistently inflated feelings of personal ability, privilege, or infallibility. A person with a god complex may refuse to admit the possibility of their error or failure, even in the face of complex or intractable problems or difficult or impossible tasks, or may regard personal opinions as unquestionably correct. The individual may disregard the rules of society and require special consideration or privileges. (Courtesy of Wikipedia)
Being a person that knows a little about some things but not a lot about anything, I forge my way along some of these roads we’ve all landed on and try to understand how this works and is there a way to make it better. It’s what we all do, some having much more knowledge than others but still trying to see this as a positive movement stuck inside the disgruntled mess.
Until today. I didn’t realize just how much our shutdown/slimdown have and are affecting people’s lives, and I mean that in a very literal sense.
The sister of a friend I went grew up with has cancer for a long time. I don’t know how or when it started but I know she is seriously sick with inoperable brain tumors that Plan A didn’t work for. So it’s on to Plan B. Experimental drugs, one from Switzerland and one in the US, under federal control. The money has been raised for three treatments, donars unknown to her, and things were set up and ready to go. Then came the shutdown/slimdown.
Everything is on hold. It can’t go forward at this time because the fed’s cannot release the experimental US drug because of the shutdown/slimdown, which is because of those people in charge that seem to have forgotten those who are literally fighting for their lives. I tend to think there is some God complexes up there controlling who lives and who doesn’t.
She’s fought the whole time, lived past the 16 months that was told she would have to live, and is still trying her best to live as long as possible because she loves life. But somebody, somewhere is holding the key that unlocks the door to her chemo for however long.
Maybe I don’t understand the big picture, or the big picture I’m supposed to see, but I can imagine that my friend’s sister is not the only one, in THIS country, in THIS situation – having their quantity of life, quality of life and their VERY lives in the hands of the federal gatekeeper.
I’ll never think money is more important than life. I’ll never understand how money can be more important than life. Fifteen minutes ago, I would have said we’ve lived without the feds for two weeks now, let’s continue on. Now? Somebody needs to get that chemo key first.
Good luck, my friend.