I marched on Saturday. For all those who loudly said the march did not represent you, don’t worry. I didn’t march for you. I marched for me and for my family. I marched for this guy:
I marched because Donald Trump made fun of a disabled reporter. I cannot tolerate this. This was enough for me.
I marched for the protections afforded to my son by the Affordable Care Act.
If you’ve never had to rely on your health insurance, I’m happy for you. But not all of us are that lucky.
My son is not on Medicaid. His health costs are bank rolled by private insurance and his parents. Every year, my husband and I budget to pay our health insurance out-of-pocket max. In addition to our out-of-pocket max, we also pay for diapers, over the counter medicines, extra medical equipment, therapies we deem necessary but insurance doesn’t cover, and anything else he needs. Don’t forget incidentals, like all the meals we eat at the Children’s hospital cafeteria and the $50 sweatshirt from the Children’s hospital gift shop I purchased when Jackson was rushed to the ER and I was freezing because I left the house in a hurry.
I don’t want to become dependent on the government for Jackson’s healthcare. I don’t think anyone wants that. As shocking as it may sound, I want my husband and I and private insurance to be enough for my son.
However, repeal of the ACA may directly affect my family, so I marched. I need the government to keep the pre-existing conditions clause as well as the ban on lifetime dollar limits on essential health benefits. Without the ban on lifetime limits, Jackson may have already met some arbitrary limit. I need private health insurance companies to keep covering my son and I’m afraid the only way to make that happen is for the government to require it.
So, I’m sorry (not sorry) that our little march interrupted your Saturday. I’ve had enough and it’s time for me to make my voice heard.