I am going to have a little skite. Not about me, but about my country.
In the last three weeks, I have:
Had a chest x-ray (appropriately assessed)
Spent 9 hours in A&E hooked up to BP and oxygen monitors, having blood tests and attended by fully qualified medical staff (and with non-stop access to free tea and coffee. Yay!)
Had 2 CT scans (both appropriately assessed)
Spent a night in hospital (in a single room!)
Had appointment respiratory specialist
Had a PET scan.
Had a biopsy (performed by specialist respiratory oncologist).
Spent another night in hospital (this time in a 2-bed room with a dear lady who watched TV until midnight, snored and had the ta-ta’s, life is full of interesting experiences.)
And today I start chemo (oh what jolly fun!).
ALL THIS AT NO COST TO ME!!! Which is more than lucky, because otherwise I’d be stone motherless broke by now, and trying to organise a mortgage to cover the chemo (also free) which we know won’t cure me but without which I’d be dead in about two months.
Furthermore, everyone I have met on this journey has been so kind, caring and patient that I am blown away by it.
So rise up and revolt, dear Americans. If good old non-event, ‘backward’ Australia can do that for me, then the richest, most powerful, prestigious and iconic country in the world should be thoroughly ashamed of the money-grubbing elitism that would refuse to do it for you in a similar situation.
You probably can’t see that. We all accept our own version of ‘normal’. But here’s a truth for you. To the rest of the developed world, having politicians and billion-dollar corporations decide who lives and who dies is not only Orwellian, but plain disgusting.