Low income & no respect...

My daughter called me today crying that a doctor has disrespected her. Asking her crazy questions like, are you doing drugs, why did you have so many kids, I can't help you go to another doctor or are you a drug addict because her body has grown immune to some of her pain killers. Or having to pee in Dixie cup at the doctors office or being told, I could be some where else on a Saturday rather than seeing you. I guess that's what happens when your low income. Just a little back ground for all of you who wonder. My daughter chose not to abort any of her children, she works (or a least she did before all this other crap happened in her life). She has support from their fathers and she loves them more than some mothers that I see that have everything. She wants to open her own business, be a photographer. She takes her kid to, basketball, volleyball, tutoring even when she doesn't feel well, which is almost everyday. Doctors Chourdy & Alvi and all you high and mighty educated idiot doctors, ceo's and anyone who has ever disrespected my daughter or anyone who is just trying to do the best they can with what they have. Who are you to look down on and judge others. How many abortions did some of you that are reading this have. How many of you take care of your children. I have been asked why are you having a fundraiser don't you own a record company. Just cause you have music out there does not mean people are buying. Trust me people if I had it she would have the best care in the world. One day I will, and I will remember those who snug their noses up at me and her. If you don't want to give, don't give. Everyone deserves to be treated with respect, young, old, black, white, pink, purple or yellow. It shouldn't matter where you live how many kids you have, your background rich or poor. That's part of what is wrong with the world today, we don't respect each other as much as we did "back in the day". I don't have to like what you do, what you say, who marry who you love, or who you worship. But respect is something we should have for each other and we don't. We wonder why things are so screw up? My prayer, is that we find a doctor who will treat her regardless of her background or income, someone who will listen to her story and give a hand up not a hand out. I'm not sure if there's someone out who will. Trying to find someone who will listen or care is like trying to find a needle in a hay stack.

My daughters hands....I Remember

I looked at my daughters hands today so tiny and so petite, and healthy. It's hard to believe that a year ago she was in ICU recovering from heart surgery. I remember them telling me how she would look, but nothing prepares you for that site. I remember how cold and dry they were, I remember the blankets the tubes the wires and the nightmares she would have. I remember her asking, why? I remember the day she came to my house to stay, I remember the day she went home, as I sat on her bed and cried. I see her scar and I wonder why, only God knows. I looked at my daughters hands today and I was glad to see they were okay.

One year later 30 year old coronary by pass patient still struggles...

Seems there is no end to the pain one has to go thru when your a low income heart patient. You can't get the medications you need, no one listens to you and a they label you a drug addict because your system has grown immune to pain killers. I am always at a loss of words when my daughter calls me, I often cry because I cannot help her as much as I would like to. So I pray, I pray, that someday the drug company who manufactured the drug that caused her rare heart condition pays. I pray that she gets her family back together, I pray that we find a doctor who will not push her to the side as if she does not matter, I pray that she has peace and is able to heal mentally and physically from the pain that she has been thru. I pray, I pray, I pray, this WILL happen one day.