Helping people overcome loss or privilege at its worst?

Socio-economic factors are extremely (and, IMO, obviously) relevant.

Particularly if a long-term or serious illness was involved, poor to middle-class people are likely to grapple with huge insurance issues and medical costs. Even if you have excellent insurance, making the company cover costs is a fucking nightmare (speaking from some personal experience here), and the costs themselves can be staggering -- sometimes life-changing. I can't even get into the horrors I experienced getting my dad's costs covered -- which was a matter of preventing dire poverty for my mother. Even now, nearly two years later, it makes me hyperventilate. And that's with me being a lawyer, my sister-in-law being a doctor, and my dad having really great insurance that really did cover the costs we were claiming. We were "lucky." But it took us a real fight to get them to cover the expenses.

Then there is loss of income. For my mom, losing my dad meant she lost his pension, cutting her income by two-thirds at least.

And we're lucky, as I said -- many are in far worse shape than my family. And still it was expensive and horribly stressful. If we were very wealthy, all of those worries would have been gone. The grief and mental anguish of my dad's illness and death still would have been there, but I cannot tell you how much the terrors of my mom being financially wiped out and my brother and I financially drained, not to mention my dad not getting the care he needed, added to our stress and grief.

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Money can remove a tremendous amount of stress and anguish.  I can't emphasize that enough.  That's true in most life situations, but it's that much more true when you're talking medical expenses in the U.S.

If your loved one needs long-term care, pretty much no one but the very wealthy can afford anything that isn't fairly awful. It's just cripplingly and astoundingly expensive. Most insurance doesn't cover the kind of nursing home expenses my dad was incurring.  My dad was lucky enough to have a policy that did cover some of it -- but we couldn't get them to pay for it for quite a while.  Were I not a lawyer, I'm not sure what my mom would have done.  Even so, I spent months battling while we paid out of pocket.  Meanwhile, I had the horrors of worrying that my dad was not getting the care he needed.  I was still fighting after he died.  

I cannot even imagine what it would have been like if my dad didn't have that insurance, and if there wasn't me throwing some legal weight around to make the fuckers pay.  

I don't think so. I really don't.


ETA:

As a matter of fact, in my case, I think it made my grief far, far worse and lasting.  We couldn't get my dad into the facility we wanted him in until it was too late because of the insurance issues.  It was so fucking expensive (and had the potential to drag out for so long) that they wouldn't let us in.  Meanwhile, my dad spiraled down.  It was horrifying.  I cannot emphasize it enough.  Taking aside the added stress at the time, I continue to be haunted by the idea that maybe, possibly, were we able to get him the care he needed in time, we could have at least made things better for him.  

I miss talking to my dad every day.  My dad was the person I loved best in the world, so it is no small loss. I still can't believe he's dead sometimes. But the loss aside, I still have nightmares in which I'm perpetually on hold to hospital, nursing home, and insurance personnel, freaking out while my dad spirals downhill, and unable to get through.  That does not make my loss less.