Medical treatments for the
poor (not)
I
recently finished reading a book by a newly-minted doctor called No Apparent Distress: a Doctor’s
Coming-of-Age on the Front Lines of American Medicine, by Rachel Pearson.
As the blurb says, it’s “a brutally frank memoir about doctors and patients in
a health care system that puts the poor at risk.” Pearson is a good writer.
While
she was a medical student, the author volunteered at a free clinic in
Galveston, Texas. One man, who lived at the Salvation Army shelter, came to the
clinic with cancer of the esophagus. The local hospital had diagnosed the
cancer but did not treat it because he was uninsured. He was 61, ineligible for
Medicare, and, as an adult with no dependent children, he was also ineligible
for Medicaid in Texas. At the clinic, all the staff could do was try to get him
something for pain, which was extremely difficult because of the clinic’s
non-opioid policy—even though opioids are the “standard of care” for cancer
pain. They managed to get him a prescription for methadone, which his brother
helped pay for. But not all pharmacies always carry methadone, and he’d have to
ride his bike all over Galveston to find a pharmacy that had it on hand.
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THANKS FOR SHARING THE STORY, the Rachel Pearson story about health care... in our country, that state. What do you do to avoid depression over things like this? Or do you? And there is so much of it.
ReplyDeleteThank YOU for your comment (and for reading my blog). I certainly can't fix the problem. Obama tried. All I can do is rant and write my blog. Maybe that's a little something. I don't get depressed. A genetic thing, I'm sure.
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