In the last few weeks I have had occasion to make use of health care facilities and people to an incredible degree—even for someone in his or her eighth decade! I am here to deliver a huge THANK YOU to those folks and to the system in general.
First of all, as many of you know, I wear a prosthesis (because I lost my right hand after being hit by car when I was eight years old). Occasionally the thing just wears out and must be replaced. The most recent replacement was something of a struggle for Bob, the prosthetist at Hanger in Carson City, but he diligently kept at it, and I now have a device that may well serve me for the rest of my life.
I have also been in physical therapy in an effort to stave off knee surgery and more back surgery. The therapists at Carson Physical Therapy are absolutely wonderful—tough, mind you, but ever-so-helpful. Marty, I adore you!
At the moment, I am especially appreciative of my primary care doctor, Cara Fox of Carson Medical Group, whose attention to detail caught a potential problem in a routine CAT-scan: an aneurysm in my brain. The aneurysm was dealt with successfully at Renown Hospital in Reno where Dr. Rajesh Rangaswamy performed what he assured me was for him a routine procedure, but seemed absolutely miraculous to me. I am certain he forestalled a possible stroke.
Sometimes one hears of medical people who have become jaded and contemptuous of the public they must deal with. I have seen absolutely nothing resembling such an attitude. To a person, I have been treated with kindness and understanding—and even given credit for a degree of intelligence in being able to comprehend what they were doing.
Now, the best thing about all this—besides the wonderful people, that is? Medicare and my Blue Cross/Blue Shield plan are picking up the tab. I have precisely the sort of coverage that the original writers of the Affordable Care Act (aka, Obamacare) must have intended. (I think it is also the sort of coverage that members of Congress have.) I know my situation is somewhat unique, that not everyone is so lucky. And I think that is really sad.
Whether you live or die in America should not be dependent on the amount of money you can fork over . . .