
by Cecilia Escamilla-Greenwald
David and I had plans for a Saturday night date. We’ve both been so busy that we thought it would be nice to have dinner and watch a movie at home. David has been so busy with the Vanguard and the California Progress Report and I’ve been so busy working day and night on a campaign for work that has allowed me no days off for a week. David’s back had been bothering him a bit over the last couple of days, but we figured he would feel better by Saturday and we would then be able to have dinner together on a date night. That was our plan, but like any plan that can be modified, amended or broken this one was.
Yes, we planned for a night together at either Katmandu eating some delicious Saag Chana Masala with some warm, tasty naan or enjoying some falafel accompanied by a tasty salad sprinkled with balsamic vinaigrette and a side of basmati rice at the newly renovated Cafe Mediterranee. We could then watch a movie at home and just relax. Ah yes, it was going to be a night of relaxation after an especially busy week. It was going to be a date night, time to spend together with the love of my life and just enjoy each others company, but we didn’t think our date night would end up being at Sutter Davis ER with David sipping water instead of Diet Coke and eating crackers that helped curb the nausea and allowed him to take the medication the doctor gave him. No, that was not our plan for a romantic evening, but it was a night that helped me to appreciate evermore the access to quality healthcare that David and I have. It was a night that I met some people in ER who are going to be paying for their visit over the duration of the next year. It was a night that I once again realized that healthcare reform needs to happen sooner rather than later. Actually, it was a night that I realized that healthcare reform really needs to happen now.