Last week we met Hubby’s cousin and her husband for dinner. She reads this blog (Hi Mousse!), and because she does she asked me about something I’ve posted a while back in which I had written that I was brewing a post, but never really talked about it again.
I chose not to at the time, because I didn’t want to offend some readers (I have this talent, it seems…), but it’s been a little while so I figured I would address it.
A few of the blogs I read had posts about a fellow blogger in need of monetary help. I will not get into the details, but let’s just say that this lady has serious health and financial problems. Somebody else wrote a post and commented on her situation. Things were written and tempers got in the way, and as usual in these situations some things were blown out of proportions. I’m not saying it was wrong nor right, I’m just relating the facts, grossly, and that is all.
With recent events in my life, I can’t help and wonder what I would do, if I was facing death and couldn’t afford treatments? There is one major benefice in living in this country, our medical system is free. Yes it does come with long waiting periods, but still, we don’t have to pay to see a doctor. And that is worth a lot. I have a hard time with the concept that some government will “invest” billions of dollars in order to save the economy when its population is sick and can’t afford treatments or medication. There is something seriously wrong with this. Sorry, I digress.
This lady was a point where she could no longer feed her kids and cover her cancer treatments. It’s sad. It’s infuriating. And yet, I can’t help and wonder: if she’s that broke how come she’s blogging? If she’s this sick, why is she wasting time on here instead of with her kids? ? I’m NOT judging her, I’m asking myself questions. I was thinking how would I spend my time in that situation?
When I say I’m not judging, I’m not. With what I’ve seen when I delivered the Family Christmas Baskets, I’ve learned not to judge. At least I try not to. It’s hard at times. I also came to realise we don’t all have the same values and don’t all react the same ways. I know what it means to make a choice, even if I never had to choose between food or treatments. I’m not saying I’m not judgemental, because that would be a lie. I do judge people, at times, on the way they dress (like at the funeral home), or on the way they behave. I will also admit that I will judge people on what they eat. I’ve said it before, I’m a food snob. I can live with that. But one thing I try not to do is to judge someone who is struggling and asking for help. In my book, that takes a lot of courage and not everybody is willing to expose him or herself that way. Would you?