Oct. 11th, 2024

canyonwalker: Breaking Bad stylized logo showing Walter White (breaking bad)
In the fourth episode of Breaking Bad Walter White comes clean with his family about his lung cancer diagnosis. They react in different way, unsurprisingly. His wife, Skyler, tries to stay optimistic. She first insists he get a second opinion then urges him to pursue treatment with the best cancer specialist around. The best don't come cheap, though. And there's the rub. What does it cost to live? What does it cost merely to die a bit more slowly?

Walt balks at the cost for just consulting with the best doctor. It's $5,000 just for the consult. Walt's family doesn't have that kind of money. Remember, he was working a demeaning second job at a carwash just to meet basic expenses for his family. "I can borrow against my pension," Walt says to stop Skyler's nagging— though instead of borrowing he uses money he took from drug dealers he killed.

That $5,000 was just for a second opinion. Getting treatment is a whole 'nother thing. The doctor estimates to Walt and Skyler it'll cost $90,000 a year. Ninety thousand. For a family that can't afford nine hundred to replace their furnace without stretching payments out for a year or more on credit cards. And oh, by the way, that $90,000 a year doesn't make Walt a healthy person. The treatment comes with a long list of terrible side effects the doctor rattles off. Lack of energy. Aches and pains. Nausea. Bruising. For $90,000 a year* Walt gets to die slowly.

While Breaking Bad is obviously a fictional story, this element of it is starkly real. It's a reality I started thinking about years ago. I don't have cancer, I don't plan to get cancer, but the reality is if I do I'll face a choice similar to Walt's. To get treatment— which only slows death and does not provide quality-of-life— I'd drain my family's savings and/or face bankruptcy.

When I first started thinking about this, the common figure was $80,000 a year. It would cost $80,000 a year to prolong an inevitable death in the face of terminal cancer or similar disease. And again, that's not $80k for a year of good life. It's $80k for a year of suffering. This show uses the figure $90k. It was filmed years after I thought about the $80k figure; costs obviously went up. Similarly, this Breaking Bad episode was written almost 20 years ago now. A quick search indicates that the average cancer treatment in 2024 in the US costs $150,000/year.

My choice if faced with such a diagnosis wouldn't be as stark as Walter White's. I wouldn't need to consider turning to a life of crime to avoid bankrupting my family. We've built decent wealth through decades of hard work and prudent saving. But all that wealth can drain quickly against these types of costs. FWIW, this problem— medical problems costing hundreds of thousands to millions of dollars out of pocket— is the primary reason why affluent people in the US don't feel rich.

At some point you decide it's not worth it. If I get a terminal diagnosis, I'd rather die in comfort (e.g., via hospice care) than to piss away hundreds of thousands, potentially millions of dollars of money my family needs for the rest of its life just to buy myself an extra year of suffering.

This is one of the things that makes this story uniquely American, BTW. Imagine what this story would be like set in a minor city in the UK instead of one in the US. Instead of "Mild mannered chemistry teacher turns to a life of violent crime so medical bills don't bankrupt his family" it'd be, "Walt gets a cancer diagnosis in episode 1 and then spends the next 5 seasons getting free treatment at the NHS."

canyonwalker: Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. Travel! (planes trains and automobiles)
It's late afternoon Friday. I'm back at LAX, a bit over 24 hours after I arrived yesterday. I'm on the home stretch of a quick trip down here to visit a client.

Yesterday was a late night. We met for dinner in Santa Monica. I didn't get back to my hotel until 10pm. Yes, that's a late night for me. 😅 As I told my sales colleague when he expressed surprise that I ordered, "Just water, please" after a stiff cocktail and a beer, I'm not 30 anymore. Stumbling to bed after 6 or more drinks isn't fun anymore. Though after sitting out a round with "Just water, please" I did come back around and drink 2 glasses of wine with dinner. 😂

This morning was an early morning not so much because I got up with my usual 6:45am alarm but because my first work meeting was at 7am. Yes, I took it in a rumpled shirt with my unshowered hair looking like a fright. Hooray for the flexibility to be camera-off at some meetings.

After that first meeting I showered and went downstairs for a quick breakfast. I was back at my desk— actually, the very spacious kitchen counter in my hotel suite— by 8am. From there I spent another 3.5 hours answering emails, carrying a number of conversations with colleagues in Slack, preparing slides/docs for a few presentations, and joining on video call with another customer. All that was before I checked out of the hotel and hailed a ride for the face-to-face customer meeting I came to LA for.

That's the other thing about traveling for in-person meetings: the trips aren't just about going somewhere nice for dinner on the company's dime. All that other time I'm here I'm in the hotel working. It's a regular workday. It's just a workday in which two of my tasks are "Meet somebody in person" and "Go to the airport and fly somewhere".

And that brings me to where I am now: at the airport, awaiting my flight. It's been a long day already, and I still have a few hours to go.

Update: Aaaand it's late. 😡

I'll book this Southwest flight... and it's delayed

Things looked good all afternoon for my flight being on time. Until suddenly the aircraft, which is coming from Oakland to Los Angeles, just sat on the ground past its scheduled departure time. Southwest seems to have to idea what's going on, as the ETD keeps getting pushed back by 5 minutes every 5 minutes. Now it's looking like I'll be home well after 9pm. *Sigh* this already long day just got longer.

Update 2: Wow, that was fast. The Southwest crew got the aircraft boarded fast and then put the pedal to the metal all the way to San Jose. Maybe the pilot really had to take a leak. 🤣 We landed at 8:18pm, only 23 minutes behind schedule. I was home-home before 9.


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