Now that the word is out that I probably had a heart attack last month, my email runneth over. Most of them are dear friends and family members wishing me the best, a few with questions asking about morbid details, what did it feel like, what’s the prognosis, do I need anything, etc. But there’s been one threatening me with eternal hellfire, a few telling me this is God-eh reaching out to me, and one trumpeting it as God’s punishment, basically for being a progressive and supporting Obamacare. Selected excerpts below:
Steven, God is reaching out to you right now! Don’t turn him away in your hour of need!
There was no hour of need, there was an evening or two of moderate pain in the pit of my stomach that responded to antacids and acid blockers, narcotic pain killers took care of the rest. It didn’t even hurt that bad, I’ve had way worse hours of need from an upset stomach and a bad case of diarrhea, that’s the freaky thing.
History is full of Jesus miracles, healing bliness and cancer. Why, do you have to lose, take the chance, just pray!!
What about the thousands of children who die from cancer every year? Did they get outprayed by the handful of alleged miracle kids? This was diagnosed by professionals trained in medical science with a talent for teasing out subtle electrical and imaging signs made possible by stunning advances in technology, combined with centuries of work by thousands of researchers leading to a track record of almost 100% success treating the kind of condition I probably have. I’ll stick with them, thank you.
Your (sic) going to sit there and say you never thought of God through this whole thing?
I can honestly say, yes, he, she, or it never crossed my mind as a source of comfort, healing, or an entity to blame.
Last but not least:
Fucking dombas, is this what happened under socialiazed medicine you’d be dead. You dumbass are going to kill a bunch of people because your socialism busllhit! I’ll be happy for your dumbass you don’t deserve to live.
Actually, this wouldn’t have killed me at all. I never went to the ER and didn’t get into see my PCP for several days afterward, by which time the real danger had almost certainly passed. The only dumbass thing I did was not going to the ER and the reason I made that decision was because of the giant copay it would have cost me under my private insurance and because of the third world attendance policy of my private employer that provides that insurance.
That being said, there were a few people who wrote in identifying themselves as religious and telling me they were happy to hear I’m likely to skate away from this unscathed, without any implied threats or back handed compliments(And I’d like to add that input from kind hearted theists is more than welcome and I urge my skeptical readers to treat them with hospitality should they engage in debate here). For those and others, thank you for the thoughts, they mean a lot to me!