Exactly one month ago, my wife Bradie suffered a miscarriage after 22 weeks of pregnancy. He was going to be our first child, our son, and he already had a name- mine (it's a tradition in my family, I'm the 4th of my name).
We don't know why or how it happened, but it did, and was the most devastating thing that ever happened to us. Then, a week later, she developed a life-threatening complication, an infection, and had to return to the hospital for a surgical procedure.
Despite this awful tragedy, the last few weeks have reminded us how much we love and cherish each other, and as we mourn and recover together I am moved to consider myself lucky despite everything that I'm married to such a wonderful woman.
That's all I'm going to say about that. I dearly love this community, but I'm not going to use this space to share my personal pain.
Instead, our story is simply background for the point I'd like to make. I thought I'd share with you something a little more apropos to the site: we just received our bill from the hospital.
It is truly a shining example of the outrageous state of our health care system. After the flip, I'll share with you some of the most egregious (and bleakly hilarious) points:
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