Have you ever thought about yourself getting old? Chances are if you are under 30, the thought has either never come up, or has been quickly dismissed as an impossiblity. We sometimes have glimpses of our own mortality, but never of fading vitality. We do not want to consider what life will be like when we are too old to drive. When we are on 15 medications and 3 of them need refills, and medicare won't pay for them until the first of the month, and we have to choose to buy groceries and hope our blood pressure doesn't go too high before the first.
Sound far-fetched? Or like something only "poor" people struggle with? WRONG. You'd be shocked at how many of your neighbors, people on your street, deal with this issue daily. It's true. It's what I see in my job. People who worked hard all their lives, and now can't afford pain medication. It could be you in 40 years.
And if it were you, would you want to try to call up a person in the government to get assistance? Do you think that would be an easy process? Or how about just calling your doctor? He's always available, and has all the time in the world, right? Or how about your kids? Are you going to want to ask your children for money? No? Well, what then?
So, am I making a dent? Do you see what I'm aiming at?
It's the need for people who will collaborate with medicare and with you to provide services, and to make up for the lack. It starts locally. And, thank God, it has started here. A local doctor (who I am privileged to know and to work with) has started an organization with just such a purpose.
And you know what?
It is helping.
So can you.