They say that three times is a charm. I hope in my case, six times is a charm, because I failed five treatments, with the last one literally nearly killing me. I say six times should be a charm because today I took my first pill of Harvoni. Yes, it’s a 24 week trip, and as the Grateful Dead sang, and which has been true in my case of my past treatments, “What a long strange trip it’s been”. Actually in my case it should really be, “What a horrible long trip it’s been”.
As with most of you, I don’t have to read “Dante’s Inferno” to know what it’s about. I’ve been there several times. I’m sure most of you can relate. Surprisingly, my insurance company authorized Harvoni, and to make matters even sweeter, I didn’t even have to go to the pharmacy to pick it up. It was delivered to my home by a smiling courier, although I wish he would have brought a pizza with extra cheese also.
The way I look at it, and I don’t know if I believe 100% in fate, but after 14 surgeries including the most intensive one (the liver transplant), there must be a reason as to why I’m still here. In my mind, that reason is that I am destined to continue to be an entertainer. I’m blessed to not only get a liver one month before I would have literally died, but I’m blessed that I can perform my music again as if nothing happened, and make people with long faces smile.
Here’s hoping each and every one of you clears now that we have this new ammunition. The treatment cost? What is the price of life? The insurance companies now have to cough up the money they raped from all the people throughout the years who could barely afford health insurance. If you think I’m going to get into a political rant about how I feel about insurance companies? Yes I am, because as they were paying out money for drugs to help keep people alive, they were still financially raping them.
When you consider that the American pharmaceutical companies alone in 2012 reaped $350,000,000,000 in profits, you have to weigh the good and bad, and take a minute to think about the insurance companies’ handling of future obese generations gorging themselves on Chicken Wings, Twinkies and Big Macs, oh and “excuse me waitress, can you also bring a chocolate milk shake and an order of onion rings?”.
At any rate, doing a 24 week treatment after what I’ve been through and after what most of you have been through, I can do standing on my head. Although, I wish I was standing on my head on the beach in the Bahamas, then getting back on my feet to finish my Piňa Colada, while the waitress who looks like Pamela Anderson brings me another one and asks me “Is there anything else I can do for you?”.
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