New toys

My son went for his appointment at Volunteers in Medicine and came away with lots of what he called "new toys"... anew blood machine, two types of insulin in pen type things that he's never used before, all the meds that he should have been taking but couldn't afford, and antibiotics for the bug that's got him. He stopped here last night to show off his toys and I was so pleased to see how much better he looks. He's never seriously worried about his health until now. He's been concerned about things over the years but real worry, no. Thirty years of diabetes hasn't been easy but he's always popped right back after any problems. Not so now. I'm certain, however, that he's going to be looking and feeling much better because he knows he'll be getting the care he needs. And he loves his diabetes specialist. He hadn't seen her in several years and they hugged and shed a few tears and agreed to get his diabetes under better control. Thanks be to God and people with big hearts.

I am thoroughly disgusted with the health care system in the United States. Actually, it sucks.