It’s not bills.

I am a member of the World Trade Center Health Registry.  Every year or so, I get a little survey asking about my health.  Why?  Because I used to give directions to my apartment by saying, “make a left at the explosion.”

Not so fun.

Perhaps I’ll write more about that sometime.  Rather not now.

Anywho, most of the WTCHR mail asks me how I’m doing.  I check the boxes and thank God I haven’t developed asthma and I don’t feel anxious all the time.  It’s not great mail, but I can live with it.  The latest brochure was much, much worse.

I knew all those statistics would eventually rear their ugly head.   There’s now a WTC Environmental Health Center set up at several hospitals around the city.  My update your info packet also enclosed a scary blue brochure asking:

Do you have Health Problems Related to 9/11?

I don’t think so.  But the testimonials inside were heartbreaking.  So many people, so many symptoms.  That toxic dust that coated everything for weeks–it really was toxic.

Lord Have Mercy on those who died that day.  On those who lost loved ones.  And on those who are still dealing with chronic health problems.  Have mercy on us.