Published on Friday, March 12, 2004 by CommonDreams.org
by Marty Jezer
Iíve been spending this winter much as I spent last: recovering from testicular cancer. Some readers are probably muttering, ďthank you for sharing,Ē and are ready to move on. I understand that. My purpose in writing this column is not to talk about my personal woes. But some of you are wondering where I have been.
More to the point, one of my motives as a writer is to mine larger truths out of personal experience and observation in order to connect with, and hopefully enlighten or entertain, at least some of my readers. A lot of us have difficulty in talking about illness. We suspect it as a mark of weakness, shame -- or moral turpitude. I would insist, not. Illness has to be talked about. What people know and have experienced of disability and disease has to be shared.
Moreover, illness brings one face to face with our health care system. And I know, because thatís what visitors at my bedside want to talk about, everybody has a horror story to tell.
My first cancer incident was treated by surgery. Itís not as bad as it sounds. The testes are redundant; having one is quite enough. At the time, friends had more serious types of cancer. I, at least, got to tell some awful jokes. Iíll spare you the shtick.
This year, the cancer jumped to my 5th lumbar vertebrae on my lower back. Ouch! Thatís close to where the sciatic nerve starts its course to the hip, thigh, and foot. The unfortunate location of the tumor, rather than the fact of the tumor, is what has laid me out, so I canít walk and, up until now, work. Radiation, and later chemo, should, I hope, effectively treat the cancer. It may take me more time before I can sit-up comfortably or walk downtown.
Years ago, doctors would make house calls to see their cancer patients. In reality what they were doing was holding the patientís hand and preparing them for death.
Now cancer can be brought under remission, even cured. The technology is amazing, but also expensive and not portable. My main doctor is in Brattleboro, but I went to Keene, NH for radiation therapy and to Dartmouth Hitchcock for help with my spine. Trying to coordinate these visits is a bureaucratic nightmare. The medical staff spends wasteful and costly hours coordinating with one another. Mistakes happen. X-rays shipped between doctors and hospitals get lost. Caregivers who need to be in the loop are sometimes dropped.
Moreover, as a patient, Iím sick, with no energy to maneuver my way through the bureaucracy. Fortunately my partner is a determined advocate and Iíve friends who know the medical field. Without their assistance, I wonder if Iíd be getting the care I need and deserve. Sick people need advocates, but many have to navigate through the system on their own. Itís difficult, exhausting, and unfair. The system isnít working. It affects the ability of the professionals to do their jobs and the ability of the patients to rest, relax and to heal.
To keep down costs, the health care system places a huge burden on family, friends, neighbors, people with no training in medical care-giving. Many have full-time jobs, families of their own, other lives. Yet sick people need care or, at a minimum, someone to be at home with them almost around the clock. Again, Iíve been fortunate in this regard. But what of the many people who live alone or do not have the necessary volunteer help? The visiting nurses are wonderful, but insurance constraints minimize their visits. Willing but untrained volunteer health-care givers keep the system going. They and the value they provide are rarely acknowledged. The system needs an overhaul.
And Iím one of the lucky ones. I have insurance. Though with deductibles, co-payments, and high premiums there still are debts. What of the millions without insurance, who face financial disaster because of illnesses beyond their control? From a medical standpoint, stress over medical bills is not conducive to healing. From my experience in the system (and by the evidence of professional studies and in comparison with other countriesí health insurance systems), the administrative and bureaucratic costs of the American system are way out of line. A good deal of the premiums I pay go to feed the bureaucracy; my money is not buying me health care.
Itís been frustrating not being able to write my weekly column with so many important events happening in the world. Iíll get back to them in coming weeks, at least to the degree that my medical condition allows me to sit at the computer. But itís the health care system Iím facing now. The nurses, doctors and support staff are great, but the system desperately needs reform! We require a universal system of health insurance like every other modern, democratic, industrial nation.
Most immediately, we need to stymie the intentions of Vermont Republicans to do away with the current system of community ratings. If the GOP has its way, private insurers will be able to come into the state and cherry-pick the healthiest citizens, leaving those like myself, with pre-existing conditions, to the mercies of an under-funded state.
There will be a lot to write about in the coming year, much to live for. I very much intend to be part of the political battles ahead.