My daughter and I were leaving New Seasons, the grocery near our house. My angel trailed behind me chatting up everyone she saw. She is such a sparkly little person. A fellow was getting into the car next to mine. She told him she just “loved” his hat, it was so “beautiful,” then she turned on her million dollar smile and waved.
He was enchanted. His face lit up in a smile. He turned to me and said, “Your daughter is a sweetheart. She is just a total sweetheart.” Then he said, “You must be a sweetheart too, to have a sweetheart like her.” Well, that just warmed my heart. I’m truly blessed. I get to have this sweetheart in my life. She does make me sweeter. I’m grateful for her every day.
My sweet baby holds a doll and rocks it back and forth and up and down exactly as I rock her, holding it in the same position as if it’s being nursed.
She then drops the doll with a thunk and goes and picks up the cat by the neck. There is a limit, I suppose, to the similarities.
So my mom is a member of Kaiser. American Cancer Society guidelines recommend a mammogram and an MRI for women whose mothers, sisters, or daughters have had breast cancer. I had breast cancer. Her sister had breast cancer. Her mother had breast cancer. Yet her docter at Kaiser told her an MRI was not warranted. On what planet does this doctor live? Where is his brain? Who does he work for? Duh. Kaiser. He wants to keep from costing Kaiser money. Who gives a shit if my mom gets cancer and DIES. That’s cheaper for them than paying for a fucking MRI. Damn insurance companies.
Well, too bad for them that Mom’s daughter called up and figured out how to go around Mr. Hippocratic Oath (not!). We’re going to appeal AND get a second opinion. So there. Dumbass. Would have cost less just to get her the MRI.
“First do no harm.” Yeah, unless it costs some fucking insurance company money. Do no harm to insurance companies. We’ll change the oath to “Thou shalt protect thy insurance company’s ass at all costs, even if a human being dies.”