the fight

i’m tired…exhausted, really

i’m angry. and worried. i’m scared

as i print journal articles, and copies of months of medical records to fight in this appeal to insurance, i look over at lingering son

he’s fought so hard. we all have…and it shows in both his healing, and in his eyes

i am fighting a machine so enormous, i scarcely know where to begin

so i begin with logic and facts…and land on humanity and compassion

on the value of a life being about more than dollars and cents

on what it costs us all when we begin to lose sight of that intrinsic value, and pursue instead one we can count on balance sheets

balance

lingeringson’s life is in the balance

it’s tipping, and i’m going to set it right

insurance has a finger on the scale, and i’m going to right it

or die trying

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