Decision 2012 @ SAC

Mother Knows Best By Cherie Dumas

Mother Knows Best

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to live in a society where pain and suffering seized to exist? A world in which, a single mother would have every possible option to save her dying baby from a fast-growing brain tumor. Not a single soul would ever have to say goodbye to their grandparent sooner than expected in the fight against cancer. Imagine this generous world that would give life, instead of taking it. These are the ideals that my Mother, Christine Dumas, prays for every waking day.

My Mother is a kind and gentle -spirited woman. She is the type of person whose smile can infect an unpleasant dark room like a beam of golden sunlight. She is the type of woman that you would expect to find flocks of tiny deer, furry rabbits and sweet song birds following closely behind. A blonde blue-eyed Snow White with a heart of gold that would infuriate the devil’s patience; she does not succumb to temptation easily. She has worked in hospitals for almost her entire life, every minute of every hour. Where you would expect to find a burdened back and tired shoulders, she stands with a posture of pure achievement and success. These admirable characteristics were the cause of my urgency to interview my Mother for this particular topic. I craved the opinion of a well-educated, successful, hard-working American. My mother has all of these qualities and somehow can still find time to do more for others than she does for herself.
As I arrived at my Mother’s house, in accordance to the season, the smells of a pumpkin harvest and freshly ground cinnamon filled the air. The lighting was perfect, providing a comfortable setting while still adhering to the need for a dim glow to conduct my interview. I sat down in my mother’s freshly dusted antique dining room and began to question the woman who, in my lifetime, had the answer to everything. I asked her what, in my opinion, was the most important question of this entire essay. “What is your main concern that you would like to be addressed or reviewed by the newly elected or re-appointed president?”
My mother’s eyes seem to darken slightly. A stern worried tone replaced her sweet subtle whisper of a voice as she responded, “The need for reform of the current healthcare policy.”
I looked at my Mom with agreeing eyes. I am currently studying to become a nurse, and I share in her beliefs that everyone should have the means to keep their selves alive. That is, after all, what life is all about—living?
“Everyone deserves healthcare. People that aren’t insured, whether working core or average Joe, should have the opportunity to reap the benefits of healthcare in a nation of freedom.” She began. Her fists slightly clenched as she began persuasively enlightening me with the advantages that affordable, perhaps even governmentally funded, healthcare could provide. “If preventive healthcare was available to everyone then our health costs would be drastically reduced. If they would pay for annual checkups or immunizations, for example, then potential diseases would have the advantages of being identified in their early stages. This is where they are more likely to be susceptible to treatment.” She continued. Then she proceeded to explain, “I f we do not provide the people with the care that they need, then diseases will have the opportunity to progress and will cost our nation even more in the end.”

She then began to elaborate on Obama’s new healthcare law,http://www.whithouse.gov/blog/2012/06/28/supreme-court-upholds-president-obamas-health-care-reform . This law was causing the nation’s biggest companies to rise up and fight because they no longer want to provide money for the costs of healthcare. I expanded on her analysis by stating that, “Even with the company’s funded assistance, the people would still be forced to literally pick up the rest of the tab.”
My Mother agreed and continued saying, “Because people currently are without coverage, they are using the emergency room doctors as their regular physicians. This new trend is resulting in the hospital’s ER having no room for actual real-life emergencies.”
This was something I would never have imagined would have stemmed from the healthcare bill passed by Obama. This was now affecting more than just the lives of the uninsured. Unbeknownst to me, that was not the only thing this bill would upset. It would end up distressing my life as well.
My Mother began to turn the spotlight on me. She elaborated on how although she has been so highly respected in the hospital industry, her own daughters still could not be afforded the healthcare that their bodies demanded. At this moment, I knew what she was speaking of. I had been blessed with a few surprise doctors’ visits. These doctors’ visits had, in return, left me with an even more surprising amount of debt. I had never saved any money and my work has never provided healthcare. I realized that I was one of the” uninsured” that this policy was addressing. I needed to become a concerned citizen of my civil rights and liberties, as well. Money or not, I was not the only one that was experiencing the backlash from Obama’s new reform.
My mother began to inform me that because of my father’s age, he recently endured a screening for colon cancer. Although they are well-off and well-covered, a screening alone ended up costing them $1000. Imagine if that person couldn’t afford that life-altering screening, due to the skyrocketing insurance costs, and they actually had cancer. The disease would be given the opportunity to progress, or the person could initially die before the problem could become resolved. Even if the hospital decided to take the patient in pro-bono, the hospital would then have to face the same burden of going broke from covering the care out of its own pockets. Medical and insurance costs are currently so high that they have even developed a program specifically for infants that require surgery, http://www.ehow.com/info_7752877_grants-infants-surgery.html. This program is the result of the need for assistance that the parents of the infant will have to face. It allows people to assist the parents financially through donations. Perhaps, the government could conspire to develop more programs that will assist in funding for the variety of demands that everyday necessary treatments call for. I finished my interview by asking my mother the second most important question. “What would you do if you had the power to change the current program?”
My mother let out a light chuckle from what seemed to be the result of a private inner thought. “Well it’s all really very simple!” My mother began. “The main thing to focus on would be these three things: One, where the money comes from. Second, how you could distribute that money to the public. Lastly, treat the people in accordance.” She then proceeded in saying, “I f I had the sole power of reforming the bill, I would fund the coverage via government reserves. If our reserves were not accessible due to debt, I would then concentrate on healthcare through social medicine, as they do in other countries such as Canada.” (The act of sheer volunteering at your local hospital could be an example of social medicine.)
In the end, my Mother has established that she would like to live in a world where all countries would support the notion of everyone having the ability to be insured. That the people should be provided equal treatment, regardless if they are covered through social medicine or through a more complex policy collaborated by our government to ensure the safety of the people. After all, isn’t national safety an important part of the U.S. Constitution that our founding fathers had endlessly fought to enforce and protect? Why should today’s political parties be any different? I know that as a student on her way to become a nurse, a nurse that will administer this very healthcare to the people, I will not be prejudiced. Even if the issue seems too far out of my control, I’ll know that I at least took a chance to help better our nation. I contributed to making the difference by voting for the candidate that represented the ideas, my Mother and I share, more preeminently. After all, mother knows best.