Monday, February 4, 2019

Healthcare, delayed, can be fatal...

This post is a rather lengthy one with a friend's perspective as well as mine.  KK has watched both parents get ignored to death, literally, by the healthcare system.  Similarly, my brother may suffer (and i do mean SUFFER) the same fate.

From KK:
She heard a story in January 2019, that sounded quite familiar.  It was a tale of rejection, from an insurance company that has been the least successful, most stressful-to-deal-with when in poor health model of ineffective health care:  Group Health.  (commonly called Group Death, for reasons described to her as utterly horrific, which she will relate herein) 
The switch-over from Group Health to Kaiser Permanente in 2017 changed nothing, according to all the people in our Island County who have been denied air-ambulance services even though they are Island, with no ferry or roadway at all in times when a crisis occurs…spurs her to relate a very personal story about the denials of healthcare that turned her into an orphan, and now she is fighting for her life against the same board of directors who are making medical decisions that affect her ability to maintain her health.  Let’s begin…

Her Father was diagnosed with a small spot of malignant growth on the outside of his lung in 1986.  The oncologist at Group Death recommended a full body scan, due to familial cancer history, and it was denied by the board that oversees such needlessly expensive procedures.  Her Dad was treated, and declared cancer free…until a year later.  Her Dad wasn’t feeling great, and went to the doctor, who told him to just “take it easy”.  (for a guy who NEVER missed a day of work for sickness, and had no experience with regular healthcare due to vigorous health, this was expected.  It couldn’t be anything serious, right?)  This continued for 8 months, until the woman’s Dad had to put his foot down and ask for some tests to see why he was feeling worse and worse.  Of course…it was cancer.  Lymphocytic carcinoma, metastasized to every major organ and all his  bones.  They had no idea where it originated from, it was all over and the Dad had a very short time to prepare.  He died at 48 years old.  Could he have survived, with a PET scan 1 year and 8 months earlier?  Perhaps.  Guess she’ll never know.
Fast forward to 1992.  The woman’s mother was in need of a very large hernia repair, sternum to pubic bone.  Her doctor tried to get approval to do a lung-scan prior to the surgery, because the normal surgical approach could compress the patient’s lungs, and the suspected a severe case of emphysema in the patient’s lungs.  The procedure was denied by the board that oversees such needlessly expensive procedures.  The surgery did indeed compromise the patient’s lungs, and kept her in-patient for 14 days as her lungs would not re-inflate due to severe emphysema, also known as COPD.  The result was that the lungs never re-inflated, thus decreasing the capacity to move air, putting strain on the patient’s heart.  The disease progressed much more rapidly due to inability to do any sort of exercise that strained her need of air, as her heart would work so hard she would pass out.  She passed away from coronary complications of COPD, at age 65.  Could the woman’s mother have survived a longer lifetime, pain and heart-problem free?  Perhaps.  Guess she’ll never know.
Now we arrive at the present.  The woman has been diagnosed with Diabetes, high blood pressure, and COPD.  She is 53, and works hard to stay fit and vital.  She was only able to afford Group Health / Kaiser Permanente health insurance, and knows she has a fight on her hands with this insurance HMO and some chronic health issues.


Kaiser Permanente has switched her insulin from one that was a long lasting Lantus insulin to one she must use 2x a day instead of one.  More needles, more insulin, more money out of her pocket.  Then the medicine the woman had used successfully to treat her COPD is no longer covered, and she has been put on a less-effective, more required usage to get good result inhaled medication.  She actually had to fight to get this medicine at all, since the doctor doing vacation relief waited 5 days to answer a medication request for a rx to treat her COPD, and told the woman to ask the pharmacy for medical advice…  Yep, she was advised to ask the pharmacist what she should be placed on for a critical need.  The woman knows if she had not called the nurse line and gotten some emergency help, she could have died from lack of oxygen.
Can she survive the downgraded meds for 2 deadly chronic illnesses, the vacation relief that takes zero responsibility for the patients they are to care for, the increasing amount coming out of pocket for less coverage and benefits?  Probably not.  However…she is not a complacent patient.  She won’t just take “no” for an answer, if she feels in need of medical attention.  She knows how to self-advocate and will, without a doubt, go into the clinic and throw herself down on the floor, AGAIN,  and have a fucking fit, should this prove necessary, or should she feel she is being marginalized due to her health conditions.  She’s been treated better on Obamacare through Molina Health in the past.  She has had access to better care all her life, and will accept nothing less.
Bless you for listening to why Kaiser Permanente / Group Death should be dismantled and sold for pig-food.

And now to my brother...
He has been having INCREASING back pain after multiple surgeries, and for nearly 2 years has been going to his Dr and requesting an MRI to see what is going on in there...which his Insurance carrier refused each time the request and INSISTING that he needs physical therapy EACH time when he has already told them that the PT does NOTHING but INCREASE the pain. So finally he assented and did the PT...and the insurance STILL declined to spend the money on the MRI. This continues for probably 8 evolutions until the events of January 2019.  I and the rest of our brothers feel that this egregious failure of the healthcare system at the behest of penny-pinching for-profit healthcare may have killed our brother...or as one put it, "the for F-ing profit Healthcare system may have Murdered our brother."  The 2015 MRI showed no signs of issues.

A letter from him last Friday:

Well, some less good news. About three weeks ago, I was bending down to pick something up, and something in my back went, “pop”, and then it hurt like hell. I took some extra drugs and hobbled off to work anyway, but by the end of the day, I couldn’t stand it anymore, and had the wife take me in to the hospital.
They gave me some meds and took an xray and waited for the meds to take effect. They weren’t doing the trick, so they gave me another dose, then the doc came by and said that I had fractured my L2 vertebrae, and that they were taking blood samples and giving me a CT scan.

If you notice, the L2 has what looks like a big hole in it. That’s sort of the case. It has essentially demineralized, and is kinda soft. The doc said based on that image and some proteins in my bloodwork, that, “you probably have cancer called Multiple Myeloma”, and recommended I see an oncologist.

LOTS of blood work, tests, a bone marrow sample (5”, 14 gauge needle into the pelvis), a full-body X-ray survey, an MRI, a full-body PET CT, and they have confirmed that I do have stage 1 Multiple Myeloma, a blood cancer (specifically, the plasma cells grow out of control, attacking the bones and the kidneys.)
So far, the L2 looks like the only bone that is affected (at least to this degree), and it hasn’t attacked my kidneys yet, so prospects for long-term survival can be quite good (5 years is 70%, 10 years is 50%), some folks make it 20-30 years.
Unfortunately, this cancer is never considered ‘cured’, and basically everyone relapses eventually. It can be treated again, though the second treatment is usually a little less effective than the first. Depending on how quickly you relapse, they can either use the same treatment, or a different, stronger, and more harsh treatment.
Lather, Rinse, Repeat.

So, at the moment, I’m looking forward to a standard treatment plan of: Radiation on the affected bone(s), followed by 3-4 one-month rounds of a three drug cocktail. After that, they give you a drug to stimulate the production of stem cells, and they take a week to filter them out of your blood and freeze them to use later. Next is a massive dose of Chemo to kill all the remaining cancer, and your bone marrow. Once confirmed that it’s gone, they put your stem cells back in, and the cells rebuild (hopefully) a healthy blood supply, free of cancer. The stem cell process and recovery takes two months, mostly isolated since I won't have an immune system after the chemo. There is about a 1% chance of death due to complications during or directly after the stem cell part of the treatment, primarily from infection, or bleeding/clotting issues. (and that’s if you use your own stem cells. If you can’t produce enough, and have to use cells from a matched donor, like a relative, then the percentage jumps to 25% because the donor stem cells could see your body as foreign and attack it.)
If the treatment is successful, I’d be on some kind of suppressing medication, and be monitored periodically, forever.

At some point, a spine specialist will go in and inject some plastic compound into the damaged L2 bone to fill in the hole, and will probably also do some work on my L5-S1 fusion to clean it up a bit, do something about the new disc bulge/herniation at L4-L5, and probably install a nerve stimulator implant to knock out the chronic pain I have in my low back and right leg. That will hopefully reduce the amount of pain medication that I have to take, which will un-burden my liver and kidneys a bit (they’re going to need all the help they can get).
So, I’m going to get to explore the Wide World of Medicine a lot more… whether I like it or not.

I’ll keep you posted.




 


Friday, March 10, 2017

Traffic, drivers...other irritants.

Merging onto traffic...Its really NOT difficult.

To be sure there are situations and conditions that might make the average merge into freeway traffic more difficult than it should be.  Some might be heavy traffic on the targeted freeway, lack of sufficient entry ramp to gain speed, slower traffic in front, a weak-kneed vehicle that cannot accelerate faster than its squirrels can run or perhaps a timid driver, lacking in intestinal fortitude, situational awareness and the will to press sufficiently on the accelerator pedal.

On my way to the shop yesterday I was in the right lane for my upcoming exit ramp, maintaining traffic speed with over 30 lengths open ahead of me and perhaps 10 behind me, when a minivan attempted to enter the freeway from my right.  Now to be sure, the ramp is only a 3/10 mile long from the turn-in to the fade-out of the merging lane.  The van started to merge DEAD BESIDE ME...no head check, no blinker, just blithering along totally oblivious to the fact that there were OTHER VEHICLES ON THE ROADWAY.  A blast of the horn brought a swerve TOWARDS me as well as further braking on the part of the merging vehicle that was already traveling at approximately 45 mph to merge into 60 mph traffic.  Due to traffic to my left I was forced to brake heavily as the van forced its way onto the roadway at now-indicated speed of 35 MPH. 

I laid on the horn again to indicate that the van was now obstructing traffic and the formerly 10 car gap between me and following traffic was now on the order of 2 lengths and still shrinking as the following driver braked heavily.

NOW the van driver finds the accelerator pedal and speeds away from me reaching speeds estimated at over 70 mph and slides over across 3 lanes (with little regard to other traffic, in fact producing several hard braking incidents on the part of other drivers to avoid collision) to the HOV lane and departs northward.

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Things that go "BUMP" in life.

Yeah I know that things happen as we get...Uhm, (Older), some of which are good - like gaining some wisdom regarding life.
Other are less good - like discovering that its food sensitivities that are causing the rest of the body to get slightly whacked out and uncomfortable.

So at the urging of a Dr friend, I had the requisite testing done.

WELL HELL...WHATAYAMEAN PRACTICALLY EVERYTHING I LIKE??????????
($%&@#$(&%$()^*(&%!@#$()*@%(%&^()@#$*%^~!#)$*%(@%^_@...

Wheat - there goes yummy breads, pizza crusts, hamburger buns, things coated and deep-fried.
Eggs - WHAT??....no eggs with morning steak, to be wiped up with the Verboten toast.
Dairy - there goes cheese, yogurt, a tall cold glass with the now banished Oreos.

Almonds - my FAVORITE nut snack...and the source of ONE of the non-dairy substitutes.
Peanuts p #2 fav snack and an integral part of Pud Thai....
Hazelnuts - I like those too.

Soybeans? - REALLY? There goes another dairy substitute. And edamame.

Means that things like my usual on-the-run breakfast sandwich (English muffin, ham/bacon/canadian bacon, cheese and an over hard egg) is reduced to a slice of ham.  Its harder to eat things that you need to be sitting with a fork to do when you are at a dead run from A to B to C and back to B again all in two hours.  Breakfast wraps - washed right out.  PIZZA....yeah there are Gluten free crusts...and non-dairy/soy/almond cheese-like substances...just don't QUITE have the same zip...or texture or taste.

Talk about a radical upturning of ones daily routine.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Reasonable Bytes: The Looters need you...

Reasonable Bytes: The Looters need you...

The Looters need you...


Work harder, lazy people need your money. Entitlement programs are YOUR responsibility.
Work harder, you need to pay for other people's poor decisions. They chose whether or not to do their homework, study, try, go to college, where to live, and therefore the jobs that they have available. It is YOUR responsibility to pay for their lack of health benefits, their lack of retirement savings, THEIR lack of a job. It's your DUTY (insert guilt here) towards your fellow humans.
Work harder, your investment in your education needs to help pay for those who didn't even try. Most of them decided along time ago that it took too much effort to be successful members of society. So much easier to just get by.
Work harder, your investment in your business needs to help pay for those who don't care. You need to work late to keep your business alive so that you can keep paying for those who leave at 3:30 to go home and drink beer not to think about work again until an hour after they show up the next morning.
Work harder.....the Looters need you.


This is the kind of thing that leaves me grinding my teeth, yes its tongue FIRMLY in cheek in its delivery...but its also the Bit-O-Truth for the day. Yes, there are folks who genuinely cannot fend for themselves, they DO need some help as a part of our humanity and the obligation to care for those who cannot truly do so for themselves.  This does NOT excuse the JUST FLAT LAZY who would rather dabble in games, art, mindless sloth, babies for dollars or pharmacological oblivion.  I feel NOT ONE BIT of obligation to support them for a second. Some may think that this is a horrible and unfeeling position, if so, please open your purse or wallet and just randomly hand any money in it to the next person you see.  Do this EVERY time you have ANY money in your wallet.  Now...don't you feel enlightened?  Possibly BROKE? 

I care, for people, for friends, even for strangers who, having lived lives of work and honor, just need a little support. Those folks I do not mind in the least, sharing what I may have that will help them through the setback.

As for the terminally lazy and unmotivated? Sorry (or not) I have worked HARD for what I have, what I have made of things and I am not in the least sympathetic for those who do not wish to put out the effort.

So Sue Me. 

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Where did the time go?

This morning's snowfall brought me up sharp with the thought that its WINTERY...not the summer of the SO recent thoughts and the Oh SO too busy life.

On the slippery commute, interupted by those who cannot seem to drive with a slip of snow and slickness (its NOT dry pavement folks), punctuated by red and blue flashing lights, I had some time to reflect on the whirlwind that the last 8 months have been.

Off time, firewood permits and woodcutting, stacking the little blue S-10 to its capacity with firewood, cut off the slash piles, unloaded and stacked for splitting down to stove size later.



Turkey hunting on a friend's ground and very successfully to boot! Some time in the hills with a rifle, around trips to the Land of the Rising Sun, but no deer to fill the freezer with.


 The occasional peek into the woods that soothe my soul and refresh my mind.  Even ONE trip out on the water...very short trip...mostly spent playing tug boat captain with my old boat for another boaters broken boat.



All of those things rammed into and around an incredibly heavy, every expanding workload...hiring 5 folks wasn't enough, 15 more followed and STILL the workload climbs past capacity.  As it turns out...various minor models are NOT Red, Blue and Green Legos...and do NOT fit together that way.  Integration is the watchword, the curse and the muttered password, said with rolling eyes.

My boys and I spent the last few evenings checking out the trucks and preparing them for the forecast foul weather...shovels, tire chains, flashlights, gloves (axes, chainsaws, ropes, logging chains, peavy and safety gear in mine) sandbags and raingear.  Its seldom that we cannot get where we need to go, in spite of the conditions of the roads and other drivers.

Ah well... such is life, today will pass, safely one hopes and tomorrow will come.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Blargh...but life goes on. (Shaking the rust off...)

Well, I am sort of back in the saddle, a bit the worse for wear but doing OK.  I'm told that getting back on the horse is the remedy for being tossed off.

Life has a been a multitude of twists and turns over the last year, some good, some bad.  This too shall pass, or so I am told.   This year's celebration of my arrival in this world reminded me that I have a cadre of good friends as fine wishes and thoughts brightened the day.

The wild wintery weather has given way to spring-like bouts of rain (toad-strangler variety), blustery wind (branch and tree carpets on the ground) and brief bouts of a blinding light emanating from the glowing yellow orb in the sky. Its still chilly enough on most days to need a jacket or at least an extra shirt.

Its firewood gathering season again...wood cutting permits, chainsaws and splitting axes.  Also to include the occasional stuck truck or blown tire due to arrowhead rocks in the roadway. Pictures to follow soon of the magificent views in the woods of the great Pacific North'Wet, the slash piles that get converted to firewood and other things of note in the woods.

Its also spring turkey season, an opportunity to hit the hills and match wits with a tasty bird.  Friends have graciously offered the use of their land for the search.  I'll be taking them up on it. I'm looking quite forward to that!

The Himalayan blackberry, the scourge of the open lands up here, is also growing but with a good coating of  last winter's snow to smash it flat...it is vulnerable to the blade of the Billy Goat brush mower and later the torch.  Land is getting cleared, next will be rototilling and gardening.

Work, that thing that pays the bills, is starting to slow down long enough for me to take a breath.  I have managed to hire 6 folks so far, more to follow, which will help reduce the workload to something that only requires 8-10 hour days...and maybe only 5-6 days a week.  GAH...thought that a new program would have alleviated that. 

We are well into the process of designing one of the world's finest flying machines for the USAF to replace the now-long-in-the-tooth craft by the same company nearly 50 years ago that are being flown by crews young enough to be the children of the original crews.  Its a fun and CHALLENGING job, fraught with pitfalls, surprises and the usual churn of taking a design and reworking it to do something very different from what was originally intended.

Back to work!

Monday, March 28, 2011

NOT 24 anymore.

Dang I'm SORE...you wouldn't think that a single trailer of rack would be too much to unload. Heck it even looks like a spot of work, but nothing too strenuous.




HAAH...just unloading this one load, mostly the STANDARDS, which are heavier than they look, ...left me sore and feeling way closer to my age. They will support 3000 pounds per shelf...and 10,000 total per pair of standards which PROBABLY exceeds the floor's capacity.

Next is getting Long-term College Friend's shop ready to receive those pumpkin beauties, bolt them to the floor and start filling them and clearing the floor space.

That of course means moving the ammo cans again. My back is already cringing. Full of nuts and bolts, screws, washers and clips...they are heavy. A few even have ammo in them.