The anger over the proposed reform of the nation’s health care system has exceeded everyone’s expectations. At first, much of it, especially the histrionics that exploded onto the scene at the many town hall meetings held earlier this month, seemed orchestrated, if not by Republican opponents of President Obama, then by the insurance lobby that figures to take the biggest hit in any real reform measure that gets signed into law.
The evidence of such an orchestration has been reported. (That evidence included a memo from one lobbyist to ad hoc groups like “Americans for Prosperity” and “FreedomWorks” that outlined tactics to be used to disrupt the town halls.) But beyond any dirty tricks, the sentiment that has settled over large segments of the grass-roots population is less about politics and much more about the great unspoken fear: death.
Death is at the heart of the opposition to health care reform. It isn’t rational, logical or even intellectually coherent, but that single-word subject is what has put President Obama’s health care reform agenda at great risk. And, as might be expected, his opponents have made the most of the fear that surrounds the subject by falsely claiming that the bills establish “death panels,” and, this week, by alleging the existence of a “death book” that is somehow tied to the current proposals. (The “book,” such as it is, is nothing more than a 52-page pamphlet, developed during the Bush administration to counsel veterans on end-of-life options and decisions.)
But let’s get past the rhetoric and deal directly with the fear; let’s talk about the subject itself.
Death is real. It’s that part of life that all of us will experience, albeit we will never know we have when we do.
Let me try that last sentence again, slightly rephrased to make my point. Death is that part of life that everyone will one day experience, even though no one will actually know they have experienced it when they do.
What am I saying? Simply that we are all going to die, but once we do, we won’t know that we have, because death is, so far as we can determine, the end of consciousness, and, notwithstanding Hamlet’s trepidations to the contrary, the end of unconsciousness (i.e. dreams) as well.
Thus, to die is to cease to know of life, even to know of our own demise. We can know (or at least sense) that we are dying, but we can’t know that we have died.
So, what then is the fear? In part it is the fear of the unknown, and in part it is a fear of the known. The unknown is the subject of much religious dogma, centered on the idea of some kind of after-life, a life after death that is available to the righteous in some religions and to everyone (albeit the quality may differ drastically) in others. Since the unknown is implicitly unknowable, it is the proper purview of religions, dealing as they do in the unknowable, even as they pretend to know, even down to the finest details, the precise nature of it.
But I digress. It’s the known aspect of death that is at the heart of much of the opposition to health care reform. And what we know is that death ends life as we know it. In other words, to die is to cease living in the present world to which we’ve grown accustomed. And, inherent in this cessation is the end of our identity as a living person. Once dead, we lose our selfness, our ego, if you will.
Ego is a powerful force. It motivates our actions, it corrupts our ideals, it colors our perceptions, and it creates our will to survive.
And so do we fight death, even knowing of its inevitability. We seek life-everlasting, immortality, mastery of our destiny.
And that last point is the cause of the resistance to health care reform. It springs from the wish to live forever, or, failing that, to die on our own terms, if not by something like a DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) directive, then at least by virtue of natural fate (or God’s will, if you prefer).
But the health care reform proposals threaten that wish, or at least they introduce that possibility. They do so by implicitly acknowledging that health care costs cannot be sustained unless some procedures are made unavailable. No system, whether run by private enterprise or by the government or by some combination of both, can afford absolute coverage of all possible life-sustaining measures for everyone. At some point, potential recipients of such measures must be denied.
Of course those decisions have always been made. In the past doctors themselves refrained from “high-risk/low-likelihood-of-success” procedures. And currently HMOs deny coverage for the same type of procedures. In both instances, the decisions have been hidden for the most part. But health care reform would bring those decisions to the surface, with a government-run bureaucracy potentially taking on the position of the HMOs (themselves no less bureaucratic).
Rationing is a harsh word, but it is also a very real one in contemplating health care reform. It isn’t an Orwellian solution; it’s a practical and essential one, driven solely by reality.
We can’t afford to give the terminally ill the high cost surgeries that will, at most, extend life by months. And we can’t afford to provide the severely disabled with high cost procedures that will, at best, only marginally improve the quality of life while posing the risk of even greater suffering.
These decisions are hard and cold realities. They are currently being made by private insurance companies whose primary goal is to make money for their shareholders. In the health care reform measures currently contemplated in Congress, they would be made by teams of doctors paid by the government.
Either way, death remains the reality. Under the current system, we are going bankrupt and we still die. Under the reform proposals, we can achieve financial stability, and we will die no more quickly and no less willingly.
Bjorkman says
Interesting and thought-provoking perspective. I like it.
Leo says
Good article. Death is feared precisely because it is unknown and so final. And if its unknown, then how does one think about it rationally? What is interesting to me is that despite the promises of eternal paradise, and being with loved ones again (and maybe even 72 celestial virgins), it is still very much feared.
But we have to learn to deal with death because it is a part of life. It is the “final life.” And so, medically and rationally I agree that it has to be an integral part of our health system.
Fern says
and on a lighter note……………“According to most studies, people’s number one fear is public speaking. Number two is death. Death is number two. Does that sound right? This means to the average person, if you go to a funeral, you’re better off in the casket than doing the eulogy.”
Jerry Sienfeld
Ashley says
Well-said.
The fear of death is understandable. It’s also a biological mandate. Evolution demands that we fear death, it’s why we have such awesome survival instincts.
Even though death is a natural part of life, the unknown is still scary. Which is why we have all sorts of fun fairy tales on the subject.
But I’m not afraid of death for some reason. Never have been. I’ll find out what happens when the time comes.
In the meantime, I’ll just continue focusing on trying to be a good person and helping others just because it’s the right thing to do. I don’t need some guy in a beard and sandals for that.
However, I’ve always been curious about “heaven” or this alleged “paradise.” I once had a Jehovah’s Witness friend tell me that he will miss me after we die. He explained that while he’ll be in paradise hangin’ out with the big JC, I’ll be burning in eternal damnation (true story, which is odd because I didn’t think JWs believed in “Hell”,). He went on to explain that only 124,137 people (or some other random number) are chosen to enter the kingdom. And, naturally, he is one of the lucky ones.
So my question is this: Is the paradise that the Jehovah’s Witnesses are promised the same paradise as the boys from 9/11? Is this also the Muslim paradise? Is it the same paradise? Or a different one? Are each one of their males also given 72 under-age girls to rape?
Since I can’t get my head around this stuff, I don’t burn calories trying. I’m more concerned about what happens in this life.
For the past week and a half, I’ve been in such excruciating pain that I don’t even have the words to describe it. Every day last week I had to paint a smile on my face, pretending like nothing was wrong while attending classes and working.
And by the way, let me just say. When I say I’m in pain, I mean real, physical pain that put me in Urgent Care for a chunk of the weekend. I’m not some petulant sorority girl whining about menstrual cramps.
And just in case anyone needs convincing: In 2003, I had surgery. My surgeon told me that I had to take two weeks off and stay home to rest. The surgery was scheduled for the early a.m. The next day, I went back at work like nothing had happened.
So back to last week. Seriously, I don’t know how to describe this pain. How to describe. . .How to describe? Okay, I can’t except to say that for eight solid days, it felt like my uterus was going to explode. And that the lower part of my body was going to just fall off, leaving me in two.
Even though what I had experienced pales in comparison to people with real health problems, it still sucked to be me. It was inconvenient and my every moment was filled with relentless torture.
Last week’s experience reminded me of my aversion to suffering.
So instead of worrying about dying, people should focus on how all this health care reform affects their quality of life if something happens. That’s what’s important. As long as the government doesn’t run an HMO like the DMV, it should be fine. Worst case scenario; it will be just as inefficient as it is now.
As long as we don’t start skimping on the anesthesia and start favoring unsanitary, Little-House-on-the-Prairie-era at-home surgeries, it will all be gravy.
See, I’m more concerned that I’ll end up getting some aggressive chick cancer or trapped in a wheelchair, paralyzed from the neck down for the rest of my life because of a high-level spinal cord injury. How are they addressing these sorts of issues?
Worrying about dying when there are more pressing health care concerns is like rearranging deck chairs while on the Titanic.
Viking Daughter says
Thought provoking article.
Why, oh why, oh why are people so afraid of death? I’ve had a couple of near misses, once on a plane that hit an air pocket and plummented while I was stuck in the bathroom. I wasn’t afraid. We spend billions to prolong life. It’s an irony that we cling to life. Our health industry should stop keeping people on machines (in my humble opinion) as it tortures those left behind.
I will definitely have a DNR poster board on my bedside table. I firmly believe our afterlife is better. Not that I don’t love life–but seriously this can’t be all there is to the journey.
Loved the Jerry Seinfield story.
I’d rather be in the casket then do the eulogy. Very funny.