As we walked into the clinic yesterday Kevin tapped on a small sign taped to the door.
"Doctor has added a new photo to the gallery. Be sure to look for it."
Kevin rolls his eyes.
I know the money priority approach of his care bothers him. Insurance card? Co-pay check? Butterfly photo? Would you like a card with that? $5.50, thanks.
Knowing his care is costing a small fortune--his small fortune--leaves a bitter taste in Kevin's mouth that rivals the taste left by chemotherapy drugs. Knowing there are so many people who can't afford the care simply makes him ill.
One of our more irreverent friends refers to Kevin's clinic visits as "gallery walks."
"What's new in the gallery this week, Kev?"
Our conversations deteriorate into observations of what kind of care upgrades Kevin might get if he made a small investment in art.
"Kev, if you would just lay out "$5.50 for a card, I'll bet you could get a soda that's NOT refrigerated."
"Your wait time could be cut in half if you dropped $30 for a matted photo."
"A framed print will get you a guaranteed remission. Now."
Kevin laughs and lets go of the annoyances and worries. THIS is priceless.
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