Barack Obama has said that the thing he’s best at is killing people. For once, he’s telling the truth. I know this because he has killed me and my wife with the health care legislation that bears his name, no matter how hard the Left is now insisting on calling it the Affordable Care Act instead of Obamacare. Whatever they call it, it’s still a lie; and the provisions therein have ensured that my wife will die a painful, and needless death. And I won’t be far behind.
That’s not hyperbole folks. After trying, and failing, to log in to Obamacare’s joke of a website on October 1st, I went to our family doctor who had one of his employees working as an Obamacare “navigator” and reapplied for the Medicaid that was taken away from me last year when I first reported $200 in income from the show.
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| Bobby & DeLynn Powell |
Not only was my application for Medicaid denied, my wife’s was too even though she was recertified for her Medicaid just two months ago. There is no doubt that her Medicaid was cancelled because I applied for Obamacare! In case you are unfamiliar, she is in the midst of a heroic battle against Stage IV Colo-rectal and Liver cancer. To top it all off, I got a letter last week telling me that my son Adam would no longer be getting free school lunches. GEEZ!
You have to remember that even though I look fairly strong on camera I really AM disabled. I’m in tremendous pain, all of the time. I spend most of the day on the couch in my own homemade traction contraption hooked up to a TENS unit so that I can get on my feet for a few hours a day to film the show without limping and grunting and groaning like a caveman.
Ask Sir Patrick, my beloved friend and TTiV Admin who just happens to live a couple of blocks away. He heard me grunt ALL DAY (UUHHH, AHHHH, DAMN!!!) when I helped him move a couple of weeks ago. LOL! He’s not in much better shape with a messed up knee and other painful afflictions. Between the two of us we make a funny pair of broken-down old farts.
Back to business, I have ongoing medical issues that are fatal if left untreated; and I’m not talking about fatal 20 years from now either. I could literally die at any time.
Oh screw it. I wasn’t going to say anything but I’m not going to be able to hide it much longer anyway. Here goes.
My liver is on the brink of failure due to Hepatitis C that I contracted from a tattoo I got to celebrate my graduation from Advanced Infantry Training at Camp Geiger in 1979. (Thanks a lot Zeke, you ass!) I’m getting sicker all of the time, which is why there was no new show last week. It is taking every bit of strength that I have to take care of DeLynn and the house.
Anyway, I’ve done the standard treatment for Hep C twice since I first found out that I had it in 1994. It was discovered during blood tests taken when I was hospitalized after the chemical leak that robbed me of my ability to read, write, and speak without stuttering to the point of babbling. Let me tell you it is NOT pleasant.
Interferon and Ribavirin were the standard treatment for Hep C when I underwent the first regimen of chemo that, for me, lasted 51 weeks. I completed that year of Hell and was told that I was “virus-free.” Until 1998, when I was told it had returned. So I went through the chemo again, updated to include a drug called “Pegasus,” until I was informed that I was “virus-free” once more.
The last time I had a blood test done, in September of 2012, my Hepatitis C viral load was higher than it had ever been. I need to take the chemotherapy again, but…
The difference between taking the treatment now and taking it then are two-fold. In 1998, DeLynn was healthy. She was, in fact, pregnant with Adam so she was radiantly beautiful! My point is, she was able to take care of me, something that she did without ever having a single thought for herself.
The treatment for Hep C is extremely debilitating. For an entire year she fed me, helped me in and out of bed to go to the bathroom, even bathing me when I was too weak to do it myself. That is exactly what I do for her now. If I were to start chemotherapy too, who would take care of her? I wouldn’t be able to do it. We’d have to have someone come in to take care of both of us.
Even if I were so inclined, I couldn’t afford the treatment. I still have Medicare (for the moment,) but that only pays 80% of hospital expenses, and not a dime on prescriptions. They took away my Medicaid and a third of our disability income – including every penny of food stamps and the $200 monthly Medicare premium that Medicaid had been paying for – once I reported PRE-expenses income of $200.
And then there’s the MS. During a brain scan that I received in 2008, “2-3mm foci” were found scattered throughout my brain, “indicative of Multiple Sclerosis or another demyelinating disease.” Thank God I have been pretty much asymptomatic; so far.
Basically, I’m screwed.
So forget me, let’s focus on my wife. This isn’t right, the way we’re being treated by the government; at ANY level. It was just as IRS employees were being outed for targeting Tea Partiers that I finally got fed up with not getting ANY phone calls returned from Social Services (not one call returned in 6 months) and went down there demanding to speak to her supervisor, threatening to expose their garbage on this program.
So despite the extremely hopeful news that DeLynn’s most recent PET scan revealed, that most of the tumors in her liver are no longer showing any metabolic activity (they have calcified, turned to stone!) my wife is probably going to die anyway without Medicaid to pay for ongoing treatments to kill the rest of the cancer. Our “worker” targeted us because of the content of my show, I’m sure of it. I’m sure because our problems didn’t begin until I told her that I was trying to go back to work and gave her the website address. I was made doubly sure when her supervisor turned DeLynn’s Medicaid back on while I was waiting in the lobby without even talking to me!
When Obamacare rolled out I was hoping that something might have changed, that the new rules would allow me to get my Medicaid back and get what medical care I could. My doctor gave me a prescription for pain killers for my left arm, which at the moment is pretty much useless. I couldn’t get the prescription filled for almost two weeks because even the generic brand cost $30 I didn’t have. It wasn’t until one of you beautiful people sent in a donation that I was able to buy the medicine and get some relief.
One of my doctor’s employees had been assigned as an Obamacare “navigator,” and she told me that my application would be sent right to Grand Rapids, that it would bypass our local office and all of the attending problems altogether, and that I should never have lost my Medicaid in the first place.
We spent an hour and a half going over my income and expenses from the show, my medical history, prognoses, and current medical needs. Then she hit the enter button and shot it off to Grand Rapids just like she said she would.
Then the next week we got a letter from the local office requesting information on every damn thing under the Sun; information that we have provided them half a dozen times this year, information that was included in what we gave the Obamavator.
I’m done… I can’t do any more.
Maybe if Megyn Kelly, Sean Hannity, Greta van Sustren, or Greg Gutfeld picks this story up on one of their shows we’ll finally get some justice. It’s not right for my wife to be needlessly upset all of the time, scared to death that they are going to leave her – and me – to die needlessly and in pain.
Please Tweet the following Tweets and let’s see if we can get the attention of someone who can help us. I need you guys to help us here; then I’d appreciate it greatly if you would ask Father to be with us. We’re really being tested, but my Faith in God is unshakeable and I know that whatever happens He will be here with us; our Rock, our Mighty Fortress, and our High Tower.
Kinda like you guys, my TTiV family.
God bless and Semper Fi,
Bobby
Please just copy/paste these Tweet:@megynkelly #thekellyfile PLEASE read Obamacare nightmare of @TheTruthIsViral at http://tinyurl.com/mx4gnap. His wife will die w/o your help!