At this very moment I have my hand placed gently on my husband's arm while he is waiting in pain at a dentist's office due to a recurring infection that has decided to make his mouth a war zone.
My husband had a partial root canal done back in 2014 and, as fate would have it, his last appointment was canceled after the dentist left town never to be heard from again. The dental provider, knowing my husband's predicament did nothing but offer their condolences and politely shut the door behind us, the nicest rejection possible.
After calling Molina, Provider One and multiple healthcare providers numerous times, we were still without help or anyone who cared.
Everyday people like us who fall in the middle of the poverty line are the ones who get hit the hardest.
We are the ones who make too much money to get assistance but don't make enough to pay the bills on time; we are the ones struggling to get health care but no one accepts the plan we can afford.
So in the only dentist office that could help, my husband received X-rays which revealed an abscess the size of his pinkie fingernail and roots so stuck that the dentist wouldn't even touch him.
So with a referral for an emergency extraction we are driving to a clinic where my husband has to use about $600 of his college aid to pay for a surgery that supposedly our healthcare covers.