The Conservative Son

I was listening to Mark Steyn a few days ago, who was guest hosting for Rush Limbaugh. Mark is my favorite sub-host for Rush.

It happened that a woman called in complaining how she and her husband were both disabled and at least one, I wasn't sure which, was required to regularly take a very expensive medicine. Furthermore, this drug required paying out more monthly than they are taking in, for a medicine that was keeping one or both of them alive.

Mark was compassionate, eloquent and pedantic. I, on the other hand, believe I had an epiphany. I thought to myself, "Bless her heart. She could just die."

Am I being facetious? Well, maybe. Am I being heartless? Well, maybe.

Still, this woman's big complaint was that the pills which kept her and/or her loved one alive are so expensive. At least she's alive to complain about it.

We live in a world where people live well past their prime years and I'm glad they do. When I'm an octogenarian, I imagine I wouldn't mind seeing my great-great, etc. grand-kids. All I'm doing is trying to offer a little perspective here. If your biggest complaint is that staying alive is expensive, do you really have that much to complain about?

Labels: drugs, health care, Mark Steyn