My Ex has Cancer

My ex, Tim (kids call him by his middle name, Dex) has cancer.  He smokes like a chimney and drinks like a fish to coin a couple of old phrases, but no.  He has neither lung nor liver cancer. He has bone cancer of all things.

So here's why I'm posting this on my Boomer Blog. Tim/Dex is a smart man, but in order to save $110 a month, he didn't sign up for Medicare beyond Part A. He's a veteran, so he's entitled to VA benefits and VA care. That's really not good. My younger son has taken him to the VA hospital in Ft. Wayne several times, and he says the doctors are all interns. He calls them "Doogie Howsers".  Yesterday he went to the VA hospital in Indianapolis, which is slightly better, but it's a commute.  My older son finally got him signed up for Medicare Complete, but it doesn't take effect until May.  As Tim said:  "That's good, if I'm still alive by then."

My point here is that you need the best health care coverage possible when you get to be our (boomer) age. The plans are all pretty much the same, and they're all the same price.  I just can't imagine opting out. No offense, Boomers, but we're all ticking time bombs. Only an elite few can stay healthy forever and then die quietly in their sleep.

Mel