On Facebook these days, I’m being transparent and showing everything that’s disgusting with the damn cancer I’m fighting.
My wounds, the pee bags that I have to fill and empty, the difficulties of making a number 2 when you have a tube in the Popeye, etc.
Narcissism? No: I want to scare the guys.
So that they can get tested as quickly as possible.
We’re like that, men: if we don’t have the female dog, we don’t move. Nothing better to convince a guy to take a prostate test than to tell him what could happen to his Popeye if he refuses to have a finger stuck in his ass.
It’s even more effective than the photos of big purple tongues on cigarette packets.
A holed trachea? Ugh.
But a stunted Popeye, no!
There are still some damn limits…
WITH NO DOCTOR
The problem is that it’s all well and good, telling guys to go get tested, but as a friend wrote to me: “I don’t have a family doctor, I wouldn’t even know where to start…”
In our system, you cannot make an appointment directly with a specialist, you absolutely have to go through your family doctor, who will tell you: “Do you want to be tested because you are over 40? No problem, here’s a recommendation, you can now call a urology clinic, give me your health insurance card, tchick-a-tchick, thank you, good evening!”
It takes six and a half seconds.
And a past patient, one!
But if you don’t have a family doctor, what do you do?
Can you imagine if it was like that in the food sector? Being required to have an “official recommendation” from a grocer in order to walk into a butcher shop and buy a steak?
People would freak out.
But that’s how it is in the health care system.
People keep telling us: “Get tested, get tested,” but if you don’t have a family doctor and you don’t have enough money to go private, good luck !
All you have left, as an option, is to ask a friend who is a mechanic to pull down your pants, turn on his flashlight and go check the condition of your caliper…
GRANDMA’S CAKE
Our health system is schizophrenic.
He has two personalities.
A bull’s face when you’re outside.
With your heart on your sleeve when you’re inside.
It’s crazy.
It’s like a private club.
At the door, there is a bully as stupid as his feet who filters those who have the right to enter and those who do not.
But once you cross the threshold, it’s paradise. Four-star service, smiles, bows…
Why this dual personality?
And why does it take so long to get the results of a test when you’re in the public?
Don’t we say that the important thing in the fight against cancer is to be able to diagnose it in time?
Our healthcare system is like the cakes our grandmothers made.
Frozen outside, hot inside.
