By Tom Quiner
I was diagnosed in July.
The doc said surgery should fix you.
I scheduled it for September 30th, the last day of freedom before Obamacare fully kicked in. So I spent these last few days of high political drama in an anesthesia-induced haze.
My surgery went like clockwork. All I know, though, is that thanks to Obamacare, I will not be able to keep my current insurance coverage after December 31st of 2014, despite relentless promises to the contrary by Team Obama.
I had surgery in a Catholic hospital, of course. Two deacons, a chaplain, and a priest gave me blessings. A volunteer brought me communion. And yet in this environment of healing and holiness, the Obama Government has imposed the HSA Mandate which compels Catholic hospitals to violate their conscience.
Who knows what Obamacare will bring. My son and daughter-in-law brought my little grandson in to visit me in the hospital room. Nothing in the world could make me feel better than that. I wonder how Obamacare will affect him years from now?
I’m skeptical. When a complex program begins breaking promises on Day 1, how can you be anything else?
For now, I am glad to be home.