Being ill is crazy bad. There is no doubt about it; no way, as my southern brethren would say, to “put lipstick on a pig”.
In 2006 God called me to work for City Gate and minister/advocate for “the least of these.” For the last year and a half, I have been
afflicted with chronic and severe pain, debilitating tremors, and other mysterious symptoms that have stymied diagnosis by even the most determined doctors. Almost daily, I struggled with insurance companies and their special brand of red tape (receiving a $13,000 bill at one point, after a procedure that I was told was covered). Another time I was forced to come off painkillers so quickly, I experienced withdrawal symptoms similar to someone going off heroin “cold turkey”.
Having hours upon hours of reflection time gives you a highly unique perspective. While I lay in my bed, trying to hang on to sanity through the effects of narcotic painkillers and strong anti-seizure medications, I wondered what God was up to. What good could possibly come of all this senseless suffering?
My thoughts and prayers were often of City Gate and the children and families we serve. As a community worker, I often tried to put myself in their shoes in order to empathize with their situation. But what if the reverse were true; what if they were in mine?
I am a reasonably well educated person. I have a loving and generous support system of family and friends. I have access to health care through what is considered “good” insurance. For all of this, I am truly grateful. But what of those who have little or none of the above?
Now I really understand how difficult it is for the impoverished and/or illiterate to access any kind of health care. Also, I know how completely impossible it is to expect those suffering from addiction to simply “just say no”. And I see how even those with health coverage become lost and abused in a system that is more about quarterly profits than quality care. (In my experience, claims are equally likely to be rejected and forwarded to collections agencies as they are to be paid by insurance companies.)
In a nation whose poverty rate has increased for a third year in a row (to 15.1%, U.S. Census Bureau) and with over 50 million people not covered by health insurance (Kaiser Foundation), we can ill afford to take a “not my problem” attitude about either. Changes to the current system are necessary. I have to agree with President Obama when he said, “Anything is better than [the system] we have now.” Changes that would bring justice to the current system would be even better.
No one deserves to suffer preventable diseases, go bankrupt to afford health care, or be denied treatment for physical or mental afflictions in the richest country in the world. Remember, being ill is crazy bad. Let’s not make it harder than it has to be.

Kistin Wiener, Associate Director