Occupy Health Care: When You Have to be Wealthy to be Healthy

By: Loolwa Khazzoom, Founder, Dancing with Pain

November 29th, 2011 • Cancer Can Suck ItPrint Print

Some people are unwilling to put in the effort it takes to heal naturally from illness. It’s easier to just show up at a hospital, be knocked unconscious, and wake up post-surgery. But even for those of us willing to make the valiant effort of doing whatever it takes to heal naturally – in my case, responding to cancer — it still may be easier to go the slice-and-dice route. That’s because our healthcare system effectively bullies us into choosing the most extreme and traumatic option.

I’m not sure how much it would cost to haul out my thyroid glands and hook me to thyroid meds for the rest of my life, but I’m guessing it would be a hefty six-digit figure. I’d much rather that my health insurance (for which I shell out a whopping $700 a month) cover my food bill, which now rivals, if not surpasses, the cost of my health insurance. The mere act of juicing 50 oz of veggies a day just about doubles my monthly food expenses, never mind the cost of buying all-organic.

Then there are the hundreds and hundreds of dollars of supplements I have had to purchase in as little as a month, plus the myriad of other expenses I’d like to get but can’t afford – such as the $400/hr naturopathic oncologist visits and not-as-pricey-but-still-pricey bodywork treatments.

Out-of-pocket, these expenses are debilitating for one person, especially coming on top of basic living expenses. For the health insurance company, however, they would be a drop in the bucket compared to the cost of surgery alone, never mind the lifetime of pharmaceuticals.

Add to these expenses the fact that washing/chopping/juicing vegetables and cleaning up after, three times a day, plus cooking fresh organic healthy meals and cleaning up after, three times a day, plus exercising daily, plus doing the numerous other measures required to heal cancer naturally, all eat away big chunks of the time I’m available to work, to cover said expenses, and, well, I’m exhausted. And angry. Like the saying goes, if you’re not angry, you’re not paying attention.

When someone who is vibrantly alive, passionate about healing, willing to do anything it takes, and able to turn around and help others self-heal, is just about beaten to the point of having to submit to the knife or death by cancer, well, something super-size-me FUCKED is going on around here.

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