The Second Coming
Hey this morning a riding buddy from Canada with whom I rode down to the VLA on his last visit to the states called me, and said he just got out of the hospital, following a month-long stay for treatment of an aggressive cancer and another operation, I think a hip replacement. Thirty days in a hospital bed, followed by intensive ongoing PT for the hip.
His bill? Z-e-r-o. Nothing. Not one dimeand they saved his life, pulled out all the stops. He chose the doctors, government paid the bill.
Now the punchline. My 93-year-old mother used to be a policy analyst for several governors, both parties (I used to camp out and hunt dove and quail on Gary Kings ranch east of the Sandias). I told her about my situation over supper tonight, and mentioned my friend, saying how lucky I felt.
She listened quietly, then said the last time she checked with a former colleague in Washington, D.C. (she retired 2 years back at 91, still sharp as a tack), there were something like 1,500 registered lobbyists for the health care industry in the Capitol. She patted my arm and said, draw from that what you will.







