For months I have been trying to nail this man down to some kind of plan of exit from this suburban life to the mountains where we have the perfect spot. For months. Trying to make plans with "Mr. Wingit". Ha ha.
Now he has cancer. And we're looking at six months of chemotherapy and lab tests. And zero income, aside from a social security check.
I shudder to think how people who have no insurance deal with this.
And that's what I have to say right now.