In their thirty years together, they've worked at just about every job they could find in their small community of loggers, fishers, and construction workers. They picked berries and daffodils in the fields as teenagers, and instead of college, after high school they went straight into the working world. It was what everyone they knew did. It was what their parents did and grandparents did. It always provided a basic living if you didn't need too many frills, and it was "honest" work that paid into the social security they would one day collect.
The first part of the dream ended when A.K's body could no longer do the heavy physical labor required for most of the jobs. The years of stress had taken a toll on her body and standing for more than a couple hours caused her feet to swell painfully to the point where she fainted at work one day. Since their jobs were always contract labor, there was no insurance. The emergency room doctor sent her home with a prescription for blood pressure medication she never filled because without her income there was no extra money.
She tried to apply for charity care but because B.K. was still working, she was given a payment schedule instead. "I could pay the power bill or I could pay the hospital bill," she told me. She never answers the phone anymore unless she know who it is because the debt collectors call several times a day even though she's told them she has no money and isn't working.
In the next year she managed to pick up a few temp jobs but most of them required standing for long periods of time and she had to turn them down. Then the recession hit and there was no longer jobs to turn down. At the age of 58, there were few options.
"It was a horrible time. B.K's hours were cut in half and then he was laid off. We couldn't pay the rent anymore. The car broke down and we couldn't afford to fix it. Our electricity got turned off."
Because both she and B.K. grew up in the county, he was able to pick up the occasional job through word of mouth and decades of family connections. But soon, not even those connections could provide anything more than an occasional twenty or forty dollar day every couple weeks. B.K's unemployment ran out. They moved to a tiny cabin far away from most services because it cost only a few hundred dollars a month to live there. But it was thin-walled with no insulation and uncomfortably cold in the winter.
And then B.K. got a job helping a friend who owned a landscaping company. The two of them made enough to survive if they lived frugally. A.K. finally convinced B.K. to let her apply for food stamps because there was no way they could afford to eat without them. The two hundred dollars a month allowed them to supplement their very basic diet with fruits, vegetables, and cheap hamburger meat.
"We were getting by," she tells me. "It was close to the bone living, but we were getting by, which is more than a lot of people were."
And then disaster hit. B.K. began to feel ill and could barely get out of bed. A.K. went to work for him a few days and after a few hours, her arms were so numb she couldn't feel the lawnmower. She sat down on the ground and her friend had to help her up because she could no longer get up by herself. She didn't know what caused it because she didn't want to go to the hospital. "I owe them money. They won't even look at me until I pay them."
When B.K. started vomiting blood, A.K. drove him to the emergency room. After several weeks and thousands of dollars worth of tests later that they won't be able to pay for, A.K. was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer at the age of 59. He's applied for disability, fully aware that he probably won't live to collect it as it takes months and he's not sure he has months.
But it's not his own mortality he worries about, it's A.K's survival. He has no social security because he's not old enough so there are no survivor's benefits for her. She's not old enough to collect on her own yet. They have nothing except beat up old furniture, an old tv, and a car that breaks down every few weeks. There's very little work she can do and few who would hire a 60 year old woman whose only skills are a life time of hard work. What B.K. wants more than anything right now is to live for two more years because then A.K, can apply for early retirement at age 62 and collect partial social security instead of the full amount if she was been able to wait five more years.
But even the doctor who like all doctors is adverse to time tables when it comes to dying patients wanting to know how long they have, will only commit to "at least a year."
This is the very large crack that is waiting to swallow up a whole lot of people like A.K. and B.K. who worked all their lives and now when they should be planning their retirement as reward for all those years of hard work, are desperately trying to figure out how to survive when one of them is dying and they're both living on the promise of a disability check that may not come for months, because the reality is that for those in their 50's, there are no safety nets. There is just a big empty hole waiting to swallow them up.<br>
Falling Through The Crack