Over the past couple of years I’ve met many people who, as my mother would suggest, were wishing their life away. But I quickly understood why.
These were folks in their early 60s—and even some in their 50s—who couldn’t wait until they turned 65. They were literally counting the days until they could enroll in Medicare.
Many of these folks had been uninsured for years because of pre-existing conditions. They’d been blackballed by insurance companies andcouldn’t buy a policy at any price because they’d been sick in the past. Others were underinsured because they simply couldn’t afford decent coverage. Policies that would better meet their needs were being sold to younger people for $300 a month or less. But for them: at least $1,500.
And even the people with coverage were sick and tired of fighting to get medical bills paid and doctor-ordered treatments approved.
I’m betting every member of Congress has heard these same stories. How, then, could any of them even give the idea of raising the Medicare eligibility age a moment’s thought?