Nothing good of any of this.

We spoke to our sister. She is twenty-two years old, and yet has cancer of the reproductive organs (in remission), which is complicated by endometriosis that has attached to her liver, intestines and the muscles in her back. Her insurance will not pay for a hysterectomy, and the hospitals will not perform the surgery until a down payment has been made. (The reasoning for both is that people her age do not need hysterectomies). On top of this, she was refused any type of pain medication, even though one can see the spasms the wrack her body. Again, the excuse: she is too young. I despair for her. She cannot
function.

And then, Tuesday during our shift, the body experienced a miscarriage. The fact it was a miscarriage was bad enough, really. However, the effects were sudden, and several workers became aware of it. We were sent home early, and although I did try, the Host refused to see a doctor about it, reminding me that we never have seen a doctor for such things, anyway.

To complicate matters, this is the same time of year as our first miscarriage, and all that goes with it.

I daresay it is almost laughable. How can one not find twisted humor in this? What are the odds? Sometimes, one cannot help but to laugh in situations such as these. The alternative would be insanity. Please do not think me crude; it is simply that I can find no other way to accept all of this at once.