Dusty and Identifying the Enemy

I feel like I have been living in a bubble made out of a milky white substance

that doesn't totally obscure my view of the outside world,

but does deform and cloud it in such a way that I have been deceived.

Only, I didn't know I was being deceived.

I am famous for my trusting nature, bordering on the line of naivety,

and happily lived in that bubble of clouded vision for a long time.

Since I became sick and started going through the red tape and bureaucracy

that is our modern American healthcare system,

that milky white bubble in which I was so comfortably living has been burst...

popped in a huge explosion of harsh reality.

I can now see clearly things I couldn't before...for instance,

how our government is profiting, literally, from keeping us sick.

I can see how private enterprises, big pharmacy, and insurance companies

prey on us at our most vulnerable and difficult moments of illness

when our defenses and stamina for fighting are at the lowest.

Before I was blissfully living with the notion that the U.S. government was taking care of us,

looking out for our best interest and doing its best by its citizens.

Now...I see that the almighty dollar has twisted and manipulated

our government to the point where its citizen's best interest is not even on their radar.

Everything, including our basic healthcare (or lack there of) is influenced by economics.

It really is quite a startling wake up call for me.

But today, that is what I am thankful for...

my clearer vision of what my true enemies are

(not only the Lyme and Bartonella bacteria but also the healthcare system itself)

so that I may fight them and create a clear path back to health despite them.

And for those who think I am being melodramatic clearly have not

been through what so many Americans are going through...

paying tons of money into a fractured healthcare/insurance system only to be denied

coverage of basic treatments and tests because they are deemed 

NOT MEDICALLY NECESSARY by bureaucrats that sit behind desks 

with no knowledge of disease or the treatments that cure them.

End of rant.

The pictures above are of our sweet barn cat, Dusty,

who almost lost his leg (and possibly his life) this summer after a nasty attack

by what we assume to have been a groundhog or a raccoon.

I am so glad he is still around to purr and keep me company 

on the front porch as I rest in the morning sun,

absorbing as much Vitamin D as I can.

xo