My friend’s surgery yesterday was elective. Like most other elective surgery, it was a long and winding path between first recognition that there’s a problem and a few minutes under the knife. If he had pushed harder, he’d been cut a month ago. If he dawdled a bit more, he might have been under anesthesia around Halloween. This is classic human behavior – very few of us run immediately to the office of a surgeon and demand him to cut at the first sign of an ailment.
Yet, to hear the Obamacare deniers tell it, if gramps can’t have his hip replacement the moment that he decides that the endpoint of a seventy year degenerative process has arrived, it’s like we’re shipping him to Auschwitz. I know a few people who’ve had major joint replacement, and it was an agonizing, long and unpleasant path to the operating table as they grew to accept that, yes, they will indeed need to be flayed open and have metal hammered into their bones. To expect that you’ll be booked into an OR as quickly as you could be booked into a hotel is a pretty crazy expectation, but that’s the reason the working poor should be denied insurance, according to Ted Cruz.