Who’s In Charge? You or Your Doctor?
Sunday was the first baby shower I’d been to since. . . well, let’s just say that my youngest kid turned 19 a few days ago. There were the mandatory sherbet-colored decorations; a watermelon fruit bowl designed to look like a sleeping infant (complete with pacifier); infused water; chattering ladies; a table piled high with gifts. Only one thing was missing: the guest of honor. For even as everyone arrived for the shower, she was already in labor. And, ever the obliging young woman, she delivered a healthy baby boy before the shower ended.
I’m assuming she had great care in the hospital. Most women who have babies do. But far from the cozy, wood-floored, prettily painted maternity suites lies the healthcare system the rest of us have to deal with. Like another young woman at the shower, 26-year-old Mary.
I happened to overhear her talking to someone else and caught the words “migraine,” and “doctor,” and “frustrated.” Manna to my ears. “What’s up?” I asked.
Turns out she’d been having horrific, daily migraines and vertigo for months. The urgent care doctor told her … Continue Reading
So I did something last night that I’m not proud of. I got into an argument – complete with raised voices – with a friend. Over health care and the Affordable Care Act (ACA), of course. (Note that he continually called it “Obamacare” in a somewhat sneering tone, which, as those of you who read my blog regularly or know me, know I consider a derogatory term for a very important piece of legislation).
I knew this would be the toughest audience yet in my three years of teaching/speaking about the US healthcare system and healthcare reform. I even put on a flak jacket at the beginning of my talk as a way of breaking the ice (and protecting myself; I mean, these guys pack scalpels!). And I made it through the two-hour talk and their anger without losing my composure or my sense of humor (thank god for that sense of humor).
Early in the summer I wrote about a good friend who was diagnosed with ovarian cysts and endometriosis. She saw a gyn oncologist because there was a small chance it was cancer (thankfully, it wasn’t). The doctor drained the cyst and started my friend on oral contraceptives to control the hormonal shifts that contribute to endometriosis (which contributes to the cysts).
When I speak about the US healthcare system, I always like to tell the story of my mother. A couple of years ago, she emailed my sisters and I. “Good news!” she wrote. “My nuclear stress test was normal!” (The test involves injecting a radioactive dye into a vein after which a special camera scans the heart to determine if there are any blockages).
The serendipity of the universe never ceases to amaze me. A couple of days ago I gave the keynote speech on healthcare reform at the Texas Medical Association’s CME Association’s annual meeting in Austin. A physician in the audience brought up an issue that was trumpeted in the press when the health care exchanges rolled out for open enrollment; namely, that people had lost their insurance and couldn’t see their doctors. I knew that a very small minority of people had actually “lost” their insurance, and that, in most cases, that insurance provided pretty bad coverage at fairly high prices. But I didn’t want to get into it with him, so I just agreed that yes, the Affordable Care Act certainly has flaws, then moved on to the next question.