What we have in this country is a two-tier medical system: minimal care for most and deluxe care for a few. People like us are in a messy middle ground, where if we can afford somewhat better services we can get them if we are constantly vigilant. Due to a mixup, I can't get my treatment and diagnostic in Honolulu until Monday. You have to dot every "i" and cross every "t" with medical people. You have to check all their work. You have to do a lot of the work yourself. It becomes a full time job. I don't see how people on their own can manage at all.
My newest motto is, "You aren't dead until you're dead." I'm turning down the designation, "Almost dead," too. People do say odd things. There are, for instance, the ones who like to tell you all the stuff they are doing because they don't have cancer, the fun they are having while you sit there coughing. I'm sure shelf loads of books have been written about the things people say to people with cancer. I'm keeping a file of them. Most everyone has been great, of course, esp. you, my blog followers.
Toni has chronicled our visit to the Heard Museum in Phoenix. Very nice day it was. Hope she will have more on our trip to Casa Grande, Arizona that we did the next day.
Mary is coming over tomorrow with banana-ice cream smoothies and a DVD of Paddington Bear.
I feel pretty good today. Now to order my meds. Whoopdie doo!
I'm trying to stay off Twitter, but Trump is so outrageous! And he still has rock-bottom loyalty from his base of ignoramuses. They are to blame, not us. We tried to stop him, but stupid won out.