This is a self diagnosis, of course.
I was given early retirement from a well-paying job two years ago and accepted the terms; if not, am sure I would have been down-sized and not have been able to reap the early retirement rewards, such as they were.
My Cobra safeguard expired six months ago. When I looked into personal health insurance, I was turned down by Kaiser because I was a smoker for 25 years, was advised by Blue Cross that I could join their plan at $800+ per month. I can’t afford this. This was before a physical exam that is required by Blue Cross applicants at a certain age (whatever that is). I blissfully assumed that I’d make it to age 65 when I could get Medicare with an AARP (or similar) supplement.
A little over a year ago I took a three week tour to China that I had arranged and paid for a year in advance when I was still working. I developed an upper respiratory infection (fortunately, it didn’t make its presence known until I got home). It was a terrible ordeal that I don’t remember well: sleep ten hours, get up, go pee, drink lots of water, back to bed and repeat. I was given Cipro to cure the infection. I got out of the haze in three weeks and discovered that I’d lost 32 pounds. I hazily remember sitting on the john and looking at myself in a mirror and actually seeing my flesh melt away. Normally this would be a good thing. Other than the fact that no one around me developed the same symptoms, I would attribute it to SARS.
Upon recovering, I thought that I’d gain the weight back. So far it hasn’t happened.
So it’s a year later. I’m losing weight (seven more pounds in the last few months) again but feeling good. Because of my age and the lack of bounce-back, I have hanging flesh on my arms, I don’t have an appetite and have to remind myself that I have to eat. I am tired and don’t sleep for extended periods of time. I spend an inordinate amount of time watching TV, lurking the SDMB and reading at an outdoor coffee cafe. I don’t have any common cancer symptoms such as bleeding, lumps, etc. Weight loss and lethargy are big no-nos though.
I am afraid that going to a doctor and being diagnosed with cancer will monetarily deplete everything I have set up for the rest of my normal life expectancy. I never expected to live long because of my long-term smoking, but to be faced with my options now is a different story.
I have always been an advocate of euthansia and assisted suicide and thought that a trip to Oregon might someday solve my problem if necessary (John Ashcroft nixed this thought). Now I’m thinking that I really don’t want to leave yet and wonder about the devastation it would reek upon my daughter. She and I have discussed this and she reluctantly agreed with me. It’s difficult to pursue this.
I know that a visit to a doc is the answer, but also know that initial tests will wipe out what I have earmarked for the next six months to a year or more, or if there is a true cancer diagnosis, will wipe out everything I had set up for the rest of my life. I thought I had enough to support myself for the next ten years but realistically think I’ll be wiped out and reduced to a dependency that I don’t want and don’t want others (my daughter) to face because of me.
I don’t believe in god or an afterlife so that’s not a consideration. I am mortified that money is eventually what might be that which keeps me alive and I don’t have enough of it.
Any words of wisdom?