Knocked a little off center -
Jan. 4th, 2008 07:43 pmThe first reference was courtesy of
reannon - the Pulitzer for Best Photo Essay for 2007 has been awarded to Renee C. Beyer of the Sacramento Bee. The subject? The essay is entitled "Awarded to Renée C. Byer of The Sacramento Bee for her intimate portrayal of a single mother and her young son as he loses his battle with cancer."
Click if you dare.
And...oh, I remember. It's different when your focus is a spouse...and a much older person...but I remember the livid hatred, the blaming...the desperation to find something, anything good to get by on. Living on favors. Wondering what you were actually trying to do by treating the disease. Because it wasn't good, what you got out of it. And you never worked so hard.
The worst part? She's not the first, last, only - even uncommon. Every day, day in and day out - there's someone doing the same thing, right under your nose and you won't see it. A LOT of someones.
You never work so hard and remain so invisible.
And she really has the right of it. Some of the money that is raised for cancer work needs to be diverted to assist the people who won't see any benefit...and those that are drowning under the load of providing care.
It'll be ten years this September. Cliff never saw a single benefit from his workmans comp case...they wouldn't even attempt to settle it until he was dead. Until then, we lived on macaroni and cheese, bread out of the bread machine with sourdough starter, no long distance, more.
After? Well, the bills were paid, after.
Triggering, my butt. Click if you dare.
Click if you dare.
And...oh, I remember. It's different when your focus is a spouse...and a much older person...but I remember the livid hatred, the blaming...the desperation to find something, anything good to get by on. Living on favors. Wondering what you were actually trying to do by treating the disease. Because it wasn't good, what you got out of it. And you never worked so hard.
The worst part? She's not the first, last, only - even uncommon. Every day, day in and day out - there's someone doing the same thing, right under your nose and you won't see it. A LOT of someones.
You never work so hard and remain so invisible.
And she really has the right of it. Some of the money that is raised for cancer work needs to be diverted to assist the people who won't see any benefit...and those that are drowning under the load of providing care.
It'll be ten years this September. Cliff never saw a single benefit from his workmans comp case...they wouldn't even attempt to settle it until he was dead. Until then, we lived on macaroni and cheese, bread out of the bread machine with sourdough starter, no long distance, more.
After? Well, the bills were paid, after.
Triggering, my butt. Click if you dare.
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Date: 2008-01-05 06:46 am (UTC)Caregivers of all sorts are invisible at the political level. The way they get treated is another part of how badly we treat the disabled and the very young and the very old.
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Date: 2008-01-05 08:23 am (UTC)Thankfully I'm seeing more survivors these days... being able to lay hugs on them, watch them go from not-so-good to better... it's a comfort. Heck, I'm a survivor. (Thank the Universe this particular crap is very treatable.)
But, yeah. You guys... the ones who are there for people... have it very, very hard. And I don't know how to fix that.
I just hope that, when I go, I *go*. I don't want to put anybody through something long and lingering, least of all myself. Yeah, part of me hopes to make Luna City in 2069. But I want to enjoy the getting there, or not bother.