Living with a death sentence
Polish hospitals are in trouble. Doctors and nurses on strike for more money, some hospitals close because their medical personnel doesn’t agree to work overtime with no or little pay. The Polish reform of the public health service is not effective: many projects, no solution.
Last Monday, I was to visit my hospital for periodic checkups. It’s very important for a man, who lives on with a built-in “death sentence” for the last fourteen years: since an almost mortal accident in France, in 1994. I have passed ten surgeries, several years of rehabilitation, colon cancer and more… No problem as one is still alive.
A proper medical service is a part of our civilization. If missing, then we go back to past centuries, when doctors had to guess on patient’s illnesses. Failing medical services are not only Poland’s problem. In the United States, where the medical services are perhaps the best in the world, forty million citizens have no medical insurance. It’s high time to think it over.
My “death sentence” is reprieved every year. Tomorrow I am going back to the hospital to find out for how long a time yet.
