Unconscionable

WellPoint routinely targets breast cancer patients, from Reuters.

A friend of mine posted this article on Facebook. Since many of my Facebook "friends" are unaware of my relationship with breast cancer, I am posting my comments here. The actions of this health insurance company enrage me. I don't care what disease diagnosis a patient receives, coverage should not be dropped the day before a patient's surgery. Otherwise, what is the point of having health insurance? Please, insurance company, explain that one to me. Why should we pay you money if you have no intention of keeping up your end of the agreement?

My sister was dropped from her insurance plan. We don't know why. She paid her bills on time. She is healthy. No explanation was given when she was dropped. But she was dropped soon after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Hmmmm, I find the coincidence suspicious. Does anyone else?

Don't even try to tell me that nationalized health care will ruin the United States. My patience for those against revising the health care laws is gone. I have a tendency to take things too personally, but until the laws in this country really change, I will forever be forced to have employer group policy health insurance. No health insurance company would take me now, or if they did, my premiums would be skyhigh. Gone is any dream of being self-employed.

I could go on, but I need to get back to work. I just needed a quick break to vent. Thank you.

Another "Awareness" Campaign

My friend Alex reminded me this morning about the latest in horrifying breast cancer awareness campaigns: KFC's Buckets for the Cure, so I just had to share it with you. For every pink bucket of chicken a consumer purchases, KFC will donate 50 cents to Komen. You can promote for them via your Facebook page (I think not) or submit you personal breast cancer story to their website (again I think not). The web page is very pink. It makes me feel kind of nauseous.

While buckets of chicken don't quite scream breast cancer to me, it could never replace the target pistol in my heart as the oddest breast cancer awareness/fundraiser promotion.

P.S. The personal irony of the chicken campaign for breast cancer for me is, since chemo, I no longer eat much chicken. One time during a chemo session, I ate a chicken ceasar salad, and I haven't been same about chicken ever since.