My maternal grandmother is 102.5 years old. She is feisty, funny, and sometimes aggravating as hell. She is still quite mentally sharp, and lives in a retirement complex, where she cares for herself without much assistance. I have adored her all my life, but in November she really broke my heart.

Grammy has quite a bit of money invested in the stock market. This is money she has long planned to bequeath to her heirs, my mother and uncle. She sees no reason to go ahead and make any gifts before her death, even though it would mean that Mom and Uncle could avoid paying much of their inheritance in taxes. If Grammy could control that money from beyond the grave, she would. This is, by far, her most aggravating trait.

In the months leading up to the election, Grammy had assured me that she would not be voting for Trump. She wanted Bernie, and when he didn’t get the nomination, she become one of the Hillary-haters, and said she wouldn’t vote at all, as did my stepfather, who is also now on my shit list. My uncle started talking to Grammy about how under Trump her investments would increase, and that was all it took.

What hurts about this for me is that Grammy is well aware of the struggles my family experiences, due to my daughter’s disability, and her inability to work as a result. Daughter is now 22 years old, and though we are aware that she only has until age 26 on our insurance plan, we were looking toward her being able to receive Medicaid benefits at that time.That plan may now be out the window.

I saw Grammy yesterday when my family visited my Mom’s new rental home. She asked me what I thought of the new healthcare plan being proposed by the republicans. I told her that I believe it will hurt my family. She countered by saying that they are keeping two key provisions; coverage to age 26, and no preexisting conditions protection. I asked her what happens when my daughter ages out of our insurance coverage, and there’s no Medicaid because the funding to states has been slashed. She didn’t have an answer, but at least the stock market is doing well, and her investments are growing.

This is a woman who has seen my daughter have seizures, was at the hospital with us when we wondered if our little girl would live through the night, helped us scrounge up items for a huge garage sale, so we could earn the money to pay for a Vagus Nerve Stimulator implant, and gives my daughter $20-40 every time we see her, just because. She knows we are a single income family, with medical bills up the wazoo, and a fear of what the future holds for our child. But she voted Trump, in the hope of further enriching herself, even though it’s at the expense of our child, and others like her.

My stepfather also said he wasn’t voting, because he didn’t think Trump was a good idea, but in the end bought into the “God, guns, and country” bullshit. The only saving grace here is that we live in a very blue state, and their votes didn’t make much difference in the end. Still, it feels like such a betrayal, by two people who tell me they love me, ask worried questions about my daughter, say all the right things to my face, and then made a choice in leadership that can only hurt us.

This isn’t drama. This is my daughter’s life. Without insurance coverage, she will not be able to access the level of care necessary to keep her healthy. We own our home, though we have a couple of mortgages on it. Foreclosure and eviction take several months, so I supposes that’s one plan. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.