Medicare

I have been really upset the past couple days.  On the heels of healthcare reform, I get a letter that I must find a new doctor.  Now, if you know anyone on Medicare who has to find a doctor, you know that is not an easy thing today.  Medicare reimbursement to doctors and other providers is so abysmal, a lot of doctors no longer see new patients.   If I find a doctor at all, the next issue will be finding a specialist if I ever need one.  This is just the beginning.  The other problem is the $500 billion in Medicare cuts at a time when the number of patients is rising.  The architect of how to do the $500 billion in cuts is the same British man who invented the National Health Service agency called “N.I.C.E.”  This is the board who decides how many “quality years” (QALY) you have left, and whether you will receive medical care.   This is the board who advocates no treatment at all for the sickest, and is the direct cause of thousands in England being put to death by dehydration while in a morphine induced coma (so their families can’t quite figure out what happened).   Looking at all this, and being without a physician, I realize I am “of an age”, and it scares me.  If I get sick, I may have to do my duty and die.  Actually, it will likely be decided for me.

After stewing for hours over what is happening to the old and the sick under Medicare (and likely to quickly get worse under “Obamacare” due to the consultations with N.I.C.E. by the Obama administration,) I had a change of thought.  I’m not going to put my hope for life or health in the government.  So many in our nation look to the government instead of God.  So many count on the government to come through for them for their income, house, disaster relief, healthcare, etc., etc.  But the government does a very bad job of being god.  However, the good news is:  God is still on the throne.  Unlike my doctor, God doesn’t leave the area.  He doesn’t take vacations, he doesn’t retire, and in fact, he never sleeps.  He doesn’t miss a thing.  Furthermore, I belong to God.  It is He who protects my health and well being.  As long as He has something for me to do on this earth, I’ll be alive to do it.  I won’t live one day less that He has planned for me, no matter what the government thinks.  When He comes for me, it will be on His timetable, and if He chooses to let the government be the instrument of my demise, well, we all go by some means.  It will still be God’s will, God’s plan, and God’s time to come for me.

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