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March 19th, 2015

3/19/2015

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{I am starting a blog because: everyone in the whole world writes blogs; I have been told 
that it might increase traffic to my website; I work alone. }





THE PARKING LOT
MARCH, 2015

Let's begin with this lighthearted video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UFc1pr2yUU. 


Speaking of which, I just DID find myself maneuvering my aging mini-van, (she goes by 
the name of Peri), into the NEW Whole Foods Parking lot in Berkeley. What a cornucopia 
of gastronomical delights, including caffeine! And it is all laid out so beautifully, all so 
enticing.

But. Why do I feel so guilty (and poor!) when I shop at Whole Foods? Maybe there is a 
part of me that remembers that Whole Food’s CEO, John Mackey, has been an 
outspoken opponent and lobbyist against Obamacare and any type of government 
financed healthcare. Maybe there is a part of me, when walking into that pretty market 
and picking out my vegan donut, (or wondering if I should make it a cinnamon infused 
morning bun — gooey pecan roll???) that is remembering, kind of like muscle memory,
the terror I felt, 21 years ago, upon finding myself with a planned and very wanted  
pregnancy, but lacking in any type of healthcare. 

At the time, I was self-employed as a mosaicist and Jeff was employed as a community 
college and state university English instructor. Jeff was working in at least two places at 
once, sometimes, three  -— what they call the adjunct track —so no healthcare for him 
and his loved ones.  That meant that along with the constant nausea, the first half
of my
pregnancy was filled with worry and dread about how I would get the prenatal care
that I 
needed. I ended up finding home-birth midwives that we payed out of pocket, thanks to 
some saved funds via Jeff’s generous Mom, but my mid-wives advised us that we 
needed to be able to access the regular hospital system, just in case a more medical 
intervention was necessary. (These were great, experienced and very responsible 
women who require their clients to have a back-up plan, as I believe all good home birth 
midwives do).

Because we did not have health insurance, we were directed to a state program
for the 

uninsured, specifically dealing with pregnancy care and pediatric care for the first year or so
of an infant’s life. (I 
have forgotten the name of the program.) What I haven’t forgotten is
the first name of 
the bureaucrat who took our case and was supposed to help us. For weeks,
Irma 
became a regular in our household, as we dealt with her on the phone and submitted 
reams of paper and documentation only to find out that we made too much money to 
qualify for the program. Yes, only utter poverty would work to get this holy benefit of 
prenatal care, and healthcare for our soon-to-be newborn. I remember feeling so 
disgusted with our system. So alone. We crossed "Irma" off our list of potential baby girl 
names and tried to obtain some form of insurance just in case the baby needed to be 
born in a hospital. 

We discovered that the state of California had a kind of temporary Medi-Cal program, 
that would cover hospital births, called Restricted Medi-Cal for Pregnancy also known as 
Emergency Medi-Cal. I remember going on down to an ugly government office, sitting 
my tired and very pregnant self, into one of those cold, grey plastic chairs that looks
like it has sat out in the rain too long. Our Government gave me the "emergency" 
coverage, and thank goodness!   A month later, my son, Arturo, was born at 
San Francisco General Hospital.

Due to being “sunny side up”, otherwise known in medical terms as “in the posterior 
position”, my baby was unable to be born at home and I and my entourage,  (four 
midwives, one sister-in-law, one brother, and one husband), rushed ourselves to 
San Francisco General Hospital, where they did a good, but pricey job. If I had not had 
Emergency Medi-Cal, it would have cost us about 10,000 nineteen ninety-four dollars. 
That is 10,000 dollars that would have taken us years and years to pay back.

(Did you know that they are changing the name of SF General to Facebook’s  founders’ 
names? But maybe that could be the subject of a future rant :).

Fast forward to now — this Thursday in late-mid March, 2015. Thanks to Jeff’s job as a 
full-time  and tenured community college English instructor, we have health insurance 
for all of us. And Obamacare means that our 20 year old, and soon to be 18 year old can 
remain insured through the age of 26.

I am grateful. Very.  I happen to think that Obamacare is a good start, but it just doesn’t go far 
ENOUGH!  Even so, there are folks in Congress who want to throw out Obamacare
http://www.politico.com/story/2015/03/senate-republicans-obamacare-reconciliation-
budget-116190.html  And, in June, the Supreme Court is releasing a decision about a key 
tenet of the Affordable Care Act. Stay tuned.

In the meantime, that vegan cinnamon sugar donut that I ate today was delicious.
But I did taste a hint of remorse, or is that guilt?  Patronizing Whole Foods, putting money in the coffers of a CEO who actively opposes a government financed health care system felt disloyal to 
my story and to all of us who do not think that healthcare is a privilege, but a very 
necessary right.

Dzienkuje/grazie/ thanks for listening.



'> Picture of glass mosaic on wood with sonogram yellow heart white background fetus red spokes red drawing for Mazel Tove for Rufino Pandolfo
 "Mazel Tov (in memory of Rufino Pandolfo my Great Great Grandfather)"     5.7"x5.5"x1"  glass mosaic on wood with drawing and sonagram
​ ©Diana Maria Rossi 1994
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