Health Care: A Personal Story
I mean not to offend with this missive on health care – but to empower. Let the truth prevail.
On November 30, 1981, I came into this earth, from what I have been told, screaming. At least, isn’t that what babies are supposed to do? “Put me back! It was so nice and warm there! Who are you?”
I can’t be completely sure if that was my reaction (I don’t quite remember), but I think that’s what you would feel like if you suddenly left a comforting place that you wrongly assumed was forever. I was diagnosed within hours with Spina Bifida Hydrocephalus, a condition that left me with bowel and bladder incontinence and the ability to walk like a gimp.
Only a few short years before, had it not been for a Scottish-born Saskatchewan-based Baptist minister named Tommy C. Douglas – who decided that my life, regardless of my family’s income, had value – and a British medical doctor named Robert Zachary and others, I would not be writing this today.
I find myself today, sadly, very often taking my health care for granted. But my frequent visits to the hospital for even routine procedures remind me of how lucky I am and who I owe my very existence to.
I’ll spare you the gory photographs. Disabilities aren’t for sissies, or for some politicians who lack insight, compassion or moral courage. Fortunately, few of those exist in my country, Canada, and therefore, I’m lucky that my health care system (MediCare) affords me the right, more or less, to achieve whatever dreams I have made for myself.
It’s one thing to feel compassion for people like President Donald Trump and Republicans in the Senate and House of Representatives, but that’s not always easy after the vote a few days ago, essentially rendering all those religious rednecks hypocrites before their Lord and Saviour. I may not be the most religious person in the world, but I know my New Testament well enough to know that survival of fittest wasn’t part of Jesus’ agenda.
The fact that tens of thousands of Americans die because of America’s lame excuse for a health care system isn’t lost on me, and shouldn’t be lost on anyone else. The fact that it’s also the most expensive on the planet and achieves those kinds of despicable results shouldn’t either.
My story isn’t much different from many others. I’m just here to tell that story. If TrumpCare passes the Senate, like it or not, many in my situation won’t.