Fear can be a good thing, or not so good. It can keep us from doing stupid things and it can cause us to do stupid things. Sometimes when we face fear, we become heroes, sometimes cowards.
I don’t mind telling you, I faced my times of fear. In 1968, I got off a bus in San Diego and put my feet on some yellow foot prints painted on the asphalt. …and I was afraid. I spent a year in Vietnam. While there, I had my moments in fear, even before the plane landed in Da Nang. I don’t guess I need to tell you, I was not alone in my fear.
Recently, we all saw what happens when two parents fear for the life of their child and a government fears for a revelation of a substandard health care. It would appear to me that the English government had but one reason for not allowing a child to go outside the islands for possible care; Italy’s doctors might have succeeded where British doctors didn’t. They feared that it would uncover that they might have done something wrong.
…and so it was that an innocent three-year-old child died at the hands of substandard health system that is being run by a substandard government. Though the Prime Minister had nothing to do with the death, she must share the guilt. There is no doubt in my mind that she could have done something, but, instead she ignored the situation, as if she never read or heard about it.
My guess is that she was acting, or perhaps more accurately, not acting out of fear. After all, she might lose votes in Parliament if her government were to be exposed for their fear. Certainly, the last thing Parliament wants is to have the world find out that their wonderful health care system isn’t all it is supposed to be.
I don’t know if anything could have been done for the child. I do know that it shows a pattern. It is not the first time it has happened and I am sure it won’t be the last. To me, it sounds like a good reason to avoid going to London on holiday, especially if you have children. If your 2 year-old gets sick while there, you just might not be able to get him out of the country.
More-than-that, we will never know what was wrong with the last child. No one outside of the country will be able to look at the body. No one will be able to tell the world that some mistake was made during his diagnosis or his treatment.
It is but one small reason that a nation’s government should never manage healthcare. Just think, if we had national healthcare, that poor child might be yours one day. He will lie at death’s door. Even if you know a way to bring him back to good health, even if you know a doctor who can heal your child, there will not be one thing you will be able to do. The healthcare system will be afraid that you just might prove them wrong and they can’t afford something like that.
If your child does die because of some blunder by a state doctor, who is there to find out? Certainly not the state. They have too much to fear to do something like that.
I once heard someone say, “If you think healthcare is bad now, just wait until it is free.” It is one one of my greatest fears. You see, I lived under single provider healthcare while I was in the Corps. My oldest son almost died of tonsillitis though he was treated by Navy doctors for a week.
Finally, I went to a civilian doctor who said he was barely able to breath because his tonsils were so swollen. I really hate to think of what might have happened if I didn’t have that option. Just remembering how close I was to losing him makes me more afraid than I ever was in Vietnam.