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My day on Wednesday started out in the emergency room at O’Connor Hospital in San Jose. My wife was awakened at 3:00 A.M. by a severe pain in her right side. At 5:30 she finally woke me and we decided she needed to go to the emergency room. We were in San Jose on business, staying in a hotel and had no idea about hospitals in the area. I picked O’Connor because it was the closest one according to the hotel binder, and I knew our insurance would cover it. My wife was in severe distress. The last thing I wanted or needed to think about was; is this hospital covered, how far away is one that is, how do I find one that is, what if I just go and find out it isn’t. Here’s what I did think about; “What if we didn’t have great insurance, and what about the people who don’t?”
I was surprised to walk into an empty ER. I’m used to the horror stories of people waiting in pain for hours unless they are spurting blood across the room. We found out later that O’Connor is not a trauma center. It is an outstanding private hospital that I’m guessing most uninsured can’t get near. Flashing our insurance card, we quickly got through the paper work and in to be seen by a doctor. My first thought was for my wife, my second was, “I’m glad we have good insurance and don’t have to worry about how much this is gonna cost.” My third thought is what lead to this article, “What if we didn’t, and what about the people who don’t?”
After a few questions, giving up a couple vials of blood, and a dose of pain medication my wife was whisked off to radiology for a sonogram. The sonogram confirmed that she had gall stones and would need to have surgery that afternoon. Without hesitation we agreed to the surgery. We could agree, without hesitation, because we knew we wouldn’t have to face a large surgery bill afterward. In fact there would be no bill at all, not for us anyway, because we have good insurance. My next thought was, “What if we didn’t, and what about the people who don’t?”
During our consultation with the highly regarded, Stanford educated surgeon who would be operating on my wife later in the day, we were told an option to expensive surgery, a painful option, but an option nonetheless. It was to wait and hope that the pain would go away which he said sometimes happens. He didn’t recommend it, but it was an option. Maybe that’s what people without health insurance do; painfully endure while they get sicker and sicker until finally they have no options. I was glad we didn’t have to think about that, but I did because, “What if we didn’t, and what about the people who don’t?”
The surgery went very well. The surgeon told me afterward that we made a good choice. My wife’s gall bladder was worse than the sonogram had shown and really did need to come out. It turned out we didn’t have an option. She would need to rest for awhile and recover from the surgery. That meant an overnight stay in the hospital. That was okay, we have good insurance and once again I catch myself thinking, “What if we didn’t, and what about the people who don’t?”
We’re back home now, but will have to go back to San Jose to see the doctor for follow up. We could probably skip the follow up. I’m sure everything will be okay, and I might take that chance to avoid more cost, but I don’t have to think about that. We have good insurance but, “What if we didn’t, and what about the people who don’t?”
So maybe I beat this drum one too many times, but I’m deadly serious, and yes, the pun is intended. I do think about the people who don’t have health insurance and the people who have poor health insurance with exorbitant co-payments and deductibles. The sad truth is they either don’t get the care they need, even in an emergency, or they just don’t pay, leaving the tab for others to pick up. Bankruptcy is no longer an option, but that’s another article. In the end, we all pay, and it cost us dearly.
What I think about mostly is how unfair our system of health care is, and it makes me angry. It makes me angry that I can walk into any health care provider anywhere in this country, flash my insurance card, and get the care I need without any concern over whether or not I’ll be stuck with an enormous bill that I can’t possibly pay. Everyone should be able to do what we did without financial concern. That would be fair. What really makes me angry is that there aren’t enough people angry enough about the unfairness of our current health care system pushing hard enough to force something to be done about it. There are a few, but all to often I hear the deep sign of resignation, “It will never happen.” But it has to happen, it can happen and it can happen now.
Universal health care is within our reach. The question isn’t can we, but will we. Do we have the will to insure every citizen in this state and this country and provide universal health care as every other industrialized nation in the world has? Do we have the will to recognize health care as a right to be protected, rather than a privilege to be hoarded. Unfortunately, I don’t have confidence in a positive answer to either question, but I do know this; together, we can do better.
This short episode in my life won’t be soon forgotten. It has given me pause to count my blessings. Yes, I count myself among the blessed in this nation, but the next time I go to the hospital I really would rather not catch myself thinking, “What if we weren’t so blessed, and what about the people who aren’t?”
On health care, together, we can do better.