If you've read what I've written in Life with Lynnie (LwL) recently, I believe that generally speaking, our system is good, but it is broken.
Why do I think this?
Most people might quickly think it is because of my daughter's recent medical needs. It's not. At least not completely. Think it may be due to what I endured with the medical system, up to Gordon's death? Partly, but again, not completely. There's more.
On Thanksgiving Monday, I looked at my grandson's shoulder and wrist/hand. If he hadn't been 11 years old, I would have burst into tears, but I didn't want to upset him. It made me sick thinking that he has suffered for the last few months after being injured, wiping out on a bicycle.
His injuries in those two (2) places still have not healed, properly. Meanwhile, at every medical appointment, the decision to do skin grafting is put off, and off, and off. I'm not sure whether skin graft is even an option, now. It's been left so very long.
So, why has OHIP continued to pay for medical appointments that have produced no treatment for my grandson?
Then, of course, after watching other family members medical trials, and watching the lack of care that was available to my now deceased husband, just turns my stomach.
But, then reality sets in. Who am I? Nobody.
Nobody with any value, that is, for my opinion matters not to anyone. Reality for me is that while our healthcare system is a good, it is a broken one. The reason to me is very clear.
I believe we have lost control over our own medical care.
It seems to me that we have lost control, because the system determines what will happen to us/for us. No longer do we make those decisions.
Those in charge do what they want, when they want, how they want. Why? Because they want. It doesn't seem to matter what we want, any more. We no longer seem to have a say in the matter.
Whether or not you agree with me, is not of importance to me.
I believe this is the case, because when I think of how our system works, compared to what I see in U.S.A., there is a major difference. I believe we no longer have control when it comes to receiving treatment, and/or choosing physicians and treatment.
Part of the problem may stem from a generation ago, when our government placed a moratorium on how many people could enter medical school. Their decision to temporarily not allow any more students to enter our medical education system, has caused us to now have a shortage of doctors. Thus, contributing to the problem, in my opinion.
Here, we cannot see a specialist, unless we are referred by another physician, even if we believe we need to see one. We cannot go over anyone's head and seek care, for ourselves. It just cannot be done.
It matters not, if we are happy with the level of care we receive, because there is no alternative. We don't have a choice.
Of course, since medicine here in Canada is big business, it makes sense to me that many go into that profession, not for altruistic reasons, wanting to help others, but because they feel they are assured employment. I believe there are too many people who just feel they do their job and that's all they need to do. Even if they don't do it well.
Oh well. Like I said. Who am I?
Until next time...
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