For Profit Medicine: An Oxymoron

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As a traditional conservative I oppose for profit medicine. The classical liberal who calls himself a “conservative,” would probably label the previous sentence as an oxymoron. However, conservatives are not all of one stripe. The ethics of medicine must stem from the nature of medicine itself as an inherently moral enterprise. A patient, sick or injured, in need of help, comes to a health care practitioner. The practitioner, whether he be a physician, a D.O., a physician assistant, or a nurse practitioner, has the moral responsibility to use his skills and knowledge for the good of the patient. The profit motive should not enter into the patient-practitioner relationship–if it does, it becomes inherently corrupting.

For-profit hospitals are a monstrosity. When part of the responsibility of the physician is to the shareholders, business decisions often end up trumping medical decisions. This can lead to suboptimal patient care in order to bring more profit to the corporation, especially in a capitation system in which the practice keeps money left over that is not spent on patient care. . Even in “non profit hospitals,” business decisions affect medical care, and business people “run the show.” Hospital administrators are paid enormous salaries (500,000+ per annum in some cases) along with expensive benefits. I know of a case in which a CEO received a huge bonus even though the hospital had been in the red the previous year. Does this sound familiar? Remember the Wall Street bankers.

The American system of medicine, then, is run as a business rather than as a practice. It is no longer a true profession. Physicians are distrusted. Lawsuits are common and sometimes result in big judgments against a physician.

In reading UK newspaper articles about accidents or shootings, I have found (informally) that paramedics and physicians in the UK are more aggressive in starting trauma codes than their American counterparts. This is, of course, anecdotal–it would be interesting if a large-scale study could be done to compare the numbers in both systems. American physicians used to work up to two hours on a patient in a medical code (that did happen with my mother, who lived with no neurological sequelae). Now, three shocks interrupted by CPR, and often that’s it. Twenty minutes, perhaps thirty, and in rare cases, over an hour–but shorter periods are becoming more and more the norm. Doctors will say this is due to the low success rate–still, twenty minutes even in witnessed arrest in which the patient has no DNR is a short time to say, “He’s dead Jim,” given the utter finality of death. Money may play a bigger role in these decisions than medicine. The UK lacks the profit motive in medicine outside the private health facilities there, so the incentive is to keep trying in a code rather than stop in order to save money (I am indebted to my friend Megan for this insight).

Is it possible for a traditional conservative to endorse a non-for profit single payer system of health care for the United States? It has already happened: Paul Craig Roberts, whose conservative credentials are stronger than most self-styled “conservatives,” has endorsed that system. Affordability in the age of massive deficits is the problem, but if the system is run correctly more money might be saved in the long run due to decreasing health care costs–and if tort law is revised so as to protect physicians from frivolous suits, this could help even more. I am not quite ready to endorse such a system, but the more greed I encounter in the present privatized system the more I am tempted to endorse a nationalized system of health care.  It would at least take out the profit motive that is corrupting current medicine and taking it away from its proper ends.

One Year Later in a Journey of Grief

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Last May my best friend died after a six-year battle with breast cancer. Karen showed great courage in facing her disease and lived life to the fullest, remaining asymptomatic over most of the course of her disease. I visited her in Hospice a couple of weeks before she died, and tomorrow I return to the city where she lived to meet with some of her beloved friends to reminiscence. The deep sense of loss remains palpable, an ache in my heart, and it remains difficult to face the fact that she is gone, at least this side of eternity. I believe in the “sure and certain hope of the resurrection,” but emotionally that promise often seems too good to be true when facing the finality of a loved one’s death. I long for a “visitation” from her, as may loved ones of the dead have experienced, but then I feel guilty, remembering Jesus‘ words that “an evil and corrupt generation seeks after a sign.” I wonder if I received a visitation, such as a few days ago when I was at a stream near the Natchez Trace in Tennessee, and two butterflies kept landing on me–Karen loved butterflies (which are also a traditional symbol of the resurrection), and her boyfriend released some after her funeral. But then I doubt since butterflies like to drink the sweat off people. Rage at God taking her away all too soon fights it out with guilt at my own lack of faith, and fear that that lack will separate me from God–and from her. Soon my journey in grief will be a literal journey, and I pray that God will grant all of us who visit places of fond memory that we will rejoice in those memories while realizing the extent of loss, realizing that grief for a loved one only eases but never ultimately comes to an end. If God be so gracious that we sense her presence with us, thanks be to Him; if not, we should still thankful for her life and the promise that this life is not all there is.

I marvel at those individuals who believe in God but deny life after death. St. Paul said in I Corinthians 15 that “If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable.” This is not egotistical; it is an acknowledgement of the value of others, a value that can only be truly sensed by love. I have hope in Christ. I have doubts. “Lord, I believe; pardon Thou my unbelief!” When the veil is parted and reality in its fullness is finally revealed, may those of us who knew and cherished Karen embrace her and speak with her once more. For those reading who mourn loved ones, I pray that you discover the hope beyond all hope, that “this body of death” will “rise in newness of life” in a world where love never dies, and neither do those we love.