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  • The old man caught his image in the bathroom mirror. He barely recognized the ugliness staring back at him. When had this happened? Had he fallen asleep for thirty years? Maybe some witches, he could no longer ignore the many body aches and chest twinges causing fear to chip away at his common sense.

    Common sense: The realization that all his medications could not keep him from his date with eternity.

    His list of medications seemed endless. Eight pills in the morning along with his injection of insulin and three pills before bedtime. To make matters worse, he had reached the "doughnut hole" in his insurance plan half-way through the year which tripled his monthly cost for medications.

    Common sense: The cost of his medication was more than he could afford. He, not a doctor, was soon going to decide which medications were necessary and which he could live without...or not.

    The phrase "quality of life" was taking on new meaning.
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