Mar 02, 2010 20:59
A conversation with my Doctor.
"The results show..."
"No"
"What?
"No, I don't want to know the results. I already know what you are going to tell me."
Um...okay, but we need to talk about surgery and treatment options."
"No."
"What?"
"No, we don't"
"Um...why not?"
"I don't want to know about any options. There won't be any options because I've made my decision."
"Can I ask why?
"My insurance will end in the next month. Even if I will have the insurance, I can't afford the co-pays. I can barely afford to feed my cats or my self as it is. How do you expect me to afford this?"
And so, that's how this life ends. Not with a fight but a quiet starvation into death. I wonder who will care for the cats when I am gone? It won't be him as he'll just kill them out of spite.