What Not To Wear

Today, I watched this show for the first time in a long time. A person appears on the show for a wardrobe makeover, and also a hair and makeup makeover. But it’s mostly about the clothes.

They go through the person’s current wardrobe and point out the problems with it. For example, the lady today mostly wore sweatshirts. She was thin and could wear almost anything, but mostly wore bulky clothes that hid her figure. She was self-conscious and kept worrying about being made to look top heavy…. as if that were possible with her figure (according to the hosts of the show).

They really had some nice ideas for her. The show provides $5,000 for a shopping spree. Can you imagine being able to ditch your old clothes and get $5,000-worth of replacements?

Spending to Death

As I was doing some looking around about medical insurance vs. hospital expenses, I found this interesting article on end of life medical spending. Did you know that Medicare pays out 30% of annual benefits on the 5% of covered people experiencing medical issues during the last few months of their life?

“Very few people, when told of a potential life-saving intervention, will not be willing to listen. So the question is now not whether it will help or not, but who pays?” says Dr. A. Mark Fendrick, at the University of Michigan.

I thought about this a lot a few years ago when my mother-in-law’s husband lay dying in the hospital after a head-on collision. He was taking Plavix (a blood thinner), so any internal bleeding was generally not good. Even with this problem and the fact that he was in a coma and, in his case, likely suffering from brain damage, my mother-in-law had a feeding tube installed. Three days later, he died.

I think with someone you love, you’d be inclined to do everything you could to sustain life, in the absense of a DNR order.

But what if it was you making your own decisions? Would I spend $18,000 a treatment for an experimental drug that my insurance didn’t cover? No. I might ask the drug company for help, if I really believed it might help for a few months or years. But there’s no way I would take $18k out of my family’s hands to possibly sustain my life… I mean… what would they live on after I passed away.

I know it sounds mean, but I feel that if it came to sustaining my life at the great expense of others, I would say “no”. Of course, no one knows for sure till they get there, how desperate they’ll be in that circumstance. But my own mind, rationally thinking, would definitely refuse.

Also, I wonder about quality of life. What would be more energy depleting or depressing… treating, or allowing nature to take it’s course?

As for being in a coma where someone even considers life support/feeding tube… how likely is it that I would be me, if I ever came out of a coma? Doesn’t look good? Don’t put the feeding tube in.

Sorry to be so depressing, but it makes you think, doesn’t it?

The Annual Request for Money

At my office, there is a “profit” side and a “non-profit” side. Each year, there is a big fund drive to help keep the non-profit side going. The non-profit side has something to do with homeless shelters.

They brought in soup, rolls and dessert, and had a speaker talk to us. The man was a pretty sturdy looking man who used to play football. He told us his story about being raised in a good family, where his dad had graduated from a prestigious college in the area. His childhood was good. He has 6 brothers. His mother stayed at home while his father worked to support his family.

During the football playing years, he got into the party scene; alcohol, drugs, chasing women. He was married with a young son, and he pushed his family away because he couldn’t give up the alcohol, drugs and women.

He went to the homeless shelter because he wanted to be forgotten, curl up and die. He felt he wasn’t worthy of forgiveness from God or anyone else.

Then he met a couple of our employees. One day, he decided to talk to one of them. At the end of the conversation, he was given a hug. He said it was the first time he felt worth a darn in ages. He walked away sobbing. It changed his life to know that people would care about destitute people… I mean, really care.

They wanted to let us know our money would be going to something good.

I haven’t decided what to give. Part of me just wanted to give some time doing something useful at the homeless shelter.

In a Big Hurry – Crazy Driver

You will not believe what I saw on the way to work today. A girl, driving a mid-sized car, was in a big hurry. On the 4-lane road I was on, she was squeezing between cars where she maybe had an inch more than her car to get into. Seriously.

She was obviously unhappy with the speed of traffic, so she whipped over into the oncoming traffic lane MORE THAN ONCE, in order to get around traffic. Then she’d whip back into the correct lane.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I mean, come on. Most of the time I’m in a hurry, but would that make it alright for me to potentially smash into someone head-on, kill myself and some unsuspecting family?

I think not.

Superbowl Sunday

In the United States, if you like Pro American Football, today is the day of the championship game. It’s a day when advertisers spend megabucks on commercials we’ve never seen before. It’s a day of “football food” and football parties and cheering on your favorite number one team in each league.
The Chicago Bears are playing the Indiana Colts. We’re hoping Chicago wins.

This is what I’m making for dinner. And waffle fries. You know.. healthy American food.
Well, back to our diets tomorrow, then. 🙂

Update: Not bad, really, but I would have preferred Thai peanut sauce over skinned chicken legs.

Cancergiggles

Cass of Cancergiggles passed away on January 6th of this year. Cass wrote about his 5 year ordeal with colon cancer, which spread to his lungs and other organs. Cass was a brave man who didn’t feel sorry for himself, when he had every right to be. He leaves behind a wife and daughter.

I believe his writing will inspire or help others dealing with cancer or taking care of someone with cancer.

I’ve pulled this important message from Cass’ blog, which seems to sum up the way he looked at getting through this illness, and life:

You get just one crack at this. You can’t die happy if what you leave is a world of shit and grief. If at some stage in the future my name comes up and it elicits a wry smile from someone that’s good. If it makes somebody laugh, you’ll hear me jumping on the clouds.

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