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I took most of July off work this summer while I lived through acute heart failure and by far the most serious medical crisis of my life. The complexities of health care are on my mind as never before.
I can't adequately express my gratitude and admiration for the doctors, nurses, therapists and sundry other professionals at hospitals and clinics and the firms that develop and manufacture medical devices and pharmaceuticals, whose combined skills saved my life and have placed me on a path toward better health. Millions of other heart disease sufferers require the same each year, as noted in a separate commentary by Haider J. Warraich.
For all the daunting costs, inequities and Byzantine complications of health care in America, I've been reminded in the most vivid way imaginable that there may be no better place in the world to be when you get really sick.
Meanwhile, now that I've been restored to an arena with at least as many malfunctions and far fewer virtues — the feverish world of modern American politics — I find that my patience with its mendacity and foolhardiness is as diminished as my heart's ejection fraction was a few weeks back.
It pains me to see the witch doctors of Washington hard at work, as always, brewing up dubious potions to cure what ails American medicine. One wonders what it is that fills these shamans with such boundless confidence in their nostrums.
Is it the recent wonders politicians have achieved with their economic prescriptions, especially concerning inflation? Or maybe the way their bedside manner has brought Americans together, as so often promised, in a new birth of democratic harmony? Or the comprehensive remedies our governing elites have crafted for the crime problem?