I often ask myself how we got here as a country. Two months ago my doctor started to try to get me cancer treatment at Moffit Cancer Hospital in Tampa. It turns out Moffit does not deal with the Medicaid company I have, so we have to change it. After two months of listening to different people try to tell us how we do it, we finally seem to be reaching the end.
   I know my doctor has his entire staff working on it. I called there to tell them what I found out today, the guy told me he was familiar with my case and they were already aware of the last step, and they are trying to figure out a way around it. I should hear from them tomorrow, if not by noon on Monday. If not call them after noon.
   So maybe the end is in sight. The hoops that poor people have to go through just to get cancer treatment.
   This morning I woke up and had bad back pains, what I know of this is that if I don't sit down and chill out when I start to get back pains or I'm just gonna throw up for hours. So I let the dog out and sat down and chilled for a while.
   I had to drive to the hospital and get my injection today so I got to where I could do that and drug myself out of the house. The lady from the insurance company called me while I was on my way.
   "Hello Michael."
   "Hello."
   "I hope it's a good time."
   "I was just driving to the hospital to get my injection."
   "You drive yourself?"
   "Yeah."
   "How far is it?"
   "It's about fifty miles."
   "You drive yourself fifty miles to get your injection?"
   "Yeah."
   "Well how do you feel today?"
   "I woke up and I had back pains. When it get back pains I need to sit down for a while or I'll start throwing up."
   "So how did you go from there to driving yourself fifty miles to the hospital?"
   "The pain goes away. I knew what time I had to leave. I just made sure I was ready." I neglected to tell her there might have been a couple of hits of marijuana involved. What can I say? I try to move forward.