Its not whether I win or lose but how fast I can expose a corrupt referee.
From my front row seat at the death panel/health care boxing match, I have witnessed the disenfranchised go down with a sucker punch. The elderly are hit below the belt so often that their caretakers have forgotten that its against the rules.
Advocating for my mother means being prepared to jump in the ring at a moment’s notice to take on the heavyweight bully of the week. I’ve been knocked out by insurance companies. And I’ve gone a few too many rounds with a sarcastic nursing home staff. But I won’t back down. I win some. I lose more.
My victories are few and far between. By packing every punch with research I made her doctor rethink the use of a controversail drug that left her catatonic. And as long as my mother is not suffering physical pain, and is lucid enough to recognize me, no one will ever pull her feeding tube out again.
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