You carry stable insurance and good benefits, and you've been seeing your PCP for decades. They help you find specialists when needed, and you've established tr

You carry stable insurance and good benefits, and you've been seeing your PCP for decades. They help you find specialists when needed, and you've established trust and rapport; the front-desk staff welcomes you by name, smiling. Your loved ones are available, and willing to discuss and support your decisions. You head to the pharmacy every month, same day of the week, and pick up your prescriptions together. Your loved ones help you divvy everything up and measure out exactly 8oz of water, because that's what the label says to drink. Your physicians monitor you, and you've already accomplished lifestyle changes, a better diet, and plenty of exercise, because you shop at a nice grocery store, your dependents cook at home, and you can afford a gym membership and a personal trainer. Yet sometimes these fall short, and so you agree to treatment. You may report debilitating side effects, and your prescriber adjusts everything until everyone's satisfied. Your insurance is covering everything, and your loved ones rarely need to follow up on billing errors or to appeal decisions. Your alarm sounds every 8 hours, and your dependents pour another 8oz of water, and you take your meds, obedient unto death. You're following all directions and faithful to the system. Your health and life itself is in good hands; no need to be concerned about garbage forums or fake gurus who wrote a self-published book. You're voting for Kamala, or Mitt Romney, and expanding health care, because that is justice for the world. Your advance directives are in order, and power of attorney assigned to dependents, who are in tune with your wishes, and ready to put you in their car, or call 911, if you should be incapacitated or helpless. Suffering is alleviated by warm relationships and a loving touch.