Getting Cancer is a bad deal. (Do a Google search for Stage IIIb Melanoma if you want to read up on what Eric is facing.)
Getting Cancer when you’re self-employed is an even worse deal.
First off, it’s freaking cancer. The Big C. You have to address it head-on or you’re dead.
As a one-man-business, you’ve got no “sick days” built up with your company-sponsored benefits program. Sick days can only mean loss of income. Because when the self-employed person is sick, work isn’t getting done.
AND when that same entrepreneur is getting carved up in an expensive cancer hospital, the medical bills pile UP while the income dries OUT.
So, the $30,000 in unplanned (and un-covered) medical bills ends up being quite a bit deeper hole than just medical bills.
Do you understand the problem?
Don’t make me launch into an emotional appeal with photos of Eric’s kids and his wife and describing to you how they’ve lost their summer vacation with Dad and how a year of chemo isn’t going to just suck for Eric, but will have an effect on the entire family’s lives as well. Don’t. Make. Me. Do. It. Because I can. I could tell stories that will have you crying in your expensive Latte.
I could describe procedures that Eric is going through that would have you losing your gourmet lunch. As I write this, he still has a drain-hose coming out of his leg where they cut out his lymph nodes and he can’t even start chemotherapy until that situation improves. I don’t want to gross you out. But, I will if I have to. And I have photos.
So, let’s be reasonable, shall we? Let’s not go there.
Let’s also not talk about Affordable Health Care. Just like everyone else in this screwed up health-care environment, Eric has a story that will have you thinking of moving to Canada. YES, he was insured when he was diagnosed. YES, there were complications, confusions and probably outright lies being told about what was covered and where. Bottom line is that they went to Utah to work with renowned experts that could see him right away and do a competent job on his surgery, and it wasn’t all covered by his “Affordable Health Care Dot Gov” insurance company.
Look, when you’ve got a malignant melanoma grinding away on your leg and your insurance can’t get you into your local doctors for over a month, you tend to want to hurry things up and go where a qualified cancer surgeon is gowned up with a scalpel in hand and waiting for you to come to a screeching stop at the door of the hospital. That’s what Eric did. Got the cancer carved out. Got the lymph nodes expertly carved out. But, because it wasn’t covered, well that’s where the Gofundme come in.
So, let’s talk about sick days. You’ve probably got a bunch of them banked up if you work for a corporation. Heck, even Walmart gives their employees sick days.
There are even a lot of companies that let people donate their sick days to a co-worker.
Trust me. If Eric were your co-worker, you wouldn’t hesitate to toss him one of your sick days.
Let’s all give Eric one of our sick days.
Here’s how it works. (I’ll help with the math.)
If someone asked you how much you made last year, a number would pop you’re your head. Take that number and divide it by 365. That’s what ONE of your days was worth last year. (If you don’t know your number, look on line 37 of your tax return.)
Please consider giving Eric the monetary value of just ONE of your days.
If things are tight for you, how about giving a half-day or even a few hours?
And, if things are going great for you, maybe you could chip in a day and a half or even two whole days.
Here’s the really scary part about the cancer called Melanoma: It’s not like most other cancers where you can be free of cancer for 5 years and be considered “cured.” Nope, melanoma is a son-of-a-b-----. The rest of your life is spent in a cat-and-mouse chase of scans and worrying.
The least we can do is help Eric and Liz pay for Round 1.
If you’re lucky like me, Eric Arrington is your friend. He’s the kind of friend everyone needs. We met just 3 years ago, but I feel like I’ve known him all his life. Selfishly speaking, if something bad happens to Eric, my greatest sadness will be because it’s impossible to replace a friend like Eric.
Please join me in helping Eric and his family.
PS. If you don’t help out, I will track you down and send you those photos.