Death By Preventable Disease

What's it like to die from a preventable disease? From something that could have been treated to extend life for many years, or maybe even cured?

It's a death that's a punishment for poverty. Not necessarily starving in the gutter homeless poverty, but less than an ostentatious wealth.

That's what a pre-existing condition is. It's code for "either find a way to make an absurd amount of money, or die for your inadequacy." 

A country must value greed ABOVE life to make such a call.

Why they'd then call themselves pro-life is just a slap in the face. What about those who will be born with "conditons" that will, by definition, become pre-existing upon adulthood? What purpose can come from saving someone who will be helpless and a drain if you intend to have them suffer a death as punishment for being born WRONG. Those "saved" have 18 years, no matter how bad off they are, to gather enough wealth to cover all medical fees for the rest of their lives (which will end abruptly if they fail to be rich), or they must leave the country.

Medical refugees.

I don't really want to think about this. I don't want to read about it. I don't want to know about it. I don't want it to be real. The more I see this reality, the more I look forward to whatever is next. Though I consider that I am dead and this is a kind of Hell. Not the one Dante wrote, but a new kind. Pain for the mind, pain for the soul, the torture of helplessness and constant let down and the suffication of depression. J K Rowling's Azkaban. That seems more like Hell than any other description I've read.

Darkness isn't just coming... it's here. Dawn isn't scheduled for another 4 years.

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