Saturday, December 21, 2013

Sorry Sam, Just Gotta Do It

My recent close call with death and the quiet times I have now have led me to many thoughts about what is really important in life and how little time I may have left to make a difference.  I have been bugged for some time now by the employee pay a benefit policies of Walmart and Sam's Club. Many of our friends have switched over to Costco in protest.  It is a little thing really but with Cathy's support, I sent this letter yesterday.  I sent a copy to the CEO of Walmart.
 
To Sam's Club,
My wife and I have been long term members of Sam’s Club originally joining in May of 1992.  I have calculated that we spent $5,778.18 at Sam’s in 2013 and estimate $80,000 to $90,000 spent over 21 years.
With the recent news of the huge profits made by the Walton family and their obscene accumulated wealth, we are troubled.  Also, the national debate on the Affordable Care Act has brought to light how much the tax payers have to subsidize workers that are paid below the poverty line as well as not provided health care insurance.
We have decided to vote with our feet and resign from Sam’s Club.  We have a lovely Costco store within a mile of Sam’s that we recently joined where we have enjoyed good prices, selection, and excellent customer service.  The fact that Costco employees are paid a living wage and many more than Sam’s are provided health insurance are the deciding factors to patronize Costco exclusively for our warehouse club needs.
We enclose our Sam’s Club cards and ask that you proceed to cancel our membership.  If we are due a refund of part our membership dues, we ask that that be done.
Sincerely,
Fred & Cathy Campau

Friday, December 20, 2013

Putting the Collar On Me and You


Wearing my Philadelphia Collar 24/7 for 8 weeks is a depressing proposition but is the price I have to pay to heal my broken neck.  I will do it with determination and with a smile.

My collar was provided by the hospital.  It came with two sets of pads.  I have been wearing the collar for three weeks now interchanging the three pads of each set every couple of days.  Even though Cathy has been washing the pads, they are retaining a smell in the foam rubber and are starting to wear out.

This week we traveled to a pharmacy to try to buy new pads.  A very nice lady told us they did not carry them but gave me three places to call.  I called the first place and the woman asked me for my name.  I gave it to her and after checking her records, she did not find my name.  She told me since they did not provide the original Philadelphia Collar, I would have to have a prescription to buy replacement pads from them.  I wanted to yell, YOU HAVE GOT TO BE F**KING SHITTING ME!

I called the second place, Floyd Brace and Limb, whose address was near the hospital.  I told the lady my situation and what I needed and after a few minutes, she said that they could provide me the pads for $50.00 a set.  YOU HAVE GOT TO BE F**KING SHITTING ME!  Since I thought I might need at least three more pad sets to make it the next 5 weeks, $150.00 was down right crazy.

The next day Cathy and I stopped at a fabric and upholstery store.  I found a roll of foam pad that was just the right thickness, softness, and texture.  We bought a 12 inch length off the 4’ wide roll and cut out three sets of pads.  This small piece of foam rubber pad cost $2.00 plus tax.

Thus the problem with our medical industrial complex in the US, a monopolistic system with virtually no competitive market or governmental forces to control cost and greed.  We spend 18% of our GDP on health care with mediocre outcomes, ranking us about 16th compared to other first world countries.  The next closest country pays about 12% of GDP.  And we have 50 million people uninsured placing the US as the only first world country on the planet not having some form of Universal Health Care covering all citizens.  Now that is “American Exceptionalism” for you. 

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Miraculous Things Do Happen


A friend suggested that I compose an update as a follow-up to the “grim” news in my Thanksgiving eve email.  Yes, it was grim I suppose and yes I owe everybody an update and this is a good time since I just saw my neurosurgeon Wednesday.
I really don’t believe in miracles anymore but hey, one just happened to me.  Three weeks out from my accident, I am up and about and pretty much pain free except for a low grade headache that sometimes flares up to be down-right annoying.  I do have to wear 24/7 a god-awful neck brace for the next six weeks at a minimum.  I can take it off briefly to shower and can loosen it to eat as long as my head is supported.  After January 20th, hopefully, I will be able to take it off and drive, eat & drink normally, and sing, maybe all at the same time.
Dr. J. Alex Thomas, a Georgetown trained Board Certified Neurosurgeon, did my surgery that lasted about three hours.  Since my C1 vertebra was shattered and useless to hold up my head, he had to install a device called an Occipital Cervical Fusion System.  Mine is a rectangular titanium plate that is screwed into the base of my scull with rods that extend down and screwed to my C2 and C3 vertebrae.  I am attaching a photo I found on the internet that shows this very well.  The critical thing is to make sure my head and neck stay still enough not to jeopardize the integrity of the screws until the bone heals around and over the fusion system.  My doc told me that if the screws fail while I am healing, I will be in deep, deep doodoo or “DDDD”.
My prognosis is excellent.  It takes about four months for the bone to fully heal around the fusion system.  After that I can start to resume all my normal activities; golfing, biking, skiing, etc.  I will have to get used to a permanent limited range of motion of my neck and head.  My turning will emanate from my C4 vertebrae and below.  This should aid my golf game with the fusion device helping to keep my head still.
I have been humbled by the outpouring of concern and support.  I have received untold number of cards, calls, and emails that I realize now I truly needed for my physical and mental healing.  Life gives us so many wonderful things and also many not so wonderful things.  To make it we have to learn to embrace all of it and stay focused on the positives.  This I will do.  Thanks to each and every one you for rooting me on. 
I wish the season’s peace and goodwill to all.
Gratefully yours,  Fred







 
 

Monday, December 9, 2013

Happy Birthday Cathy

December 9, 1948, Catherine Ann Sczepanski was born into this world in Detroit, Michigan.  On July 10, 1971 we were married.  We have been together what seems to be most of our lives.  This is the poem I wrote in a card I made for her birthday today.

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Oh my God, Oh my Dear
Today starts your 66th year 

We’ve been together for most of that time
Near 43 years since you agreed to be mine 

How time has flown as we moved here and there
Making a family with Chris and Sara bear 

We’ve had our ups and we have had our downs
Many more laughs and not too many frowns 

Could anyone be a more special mother
As I look at our kids, would not want any other 

As we walk together into our golden years
We’ll face the our mortality without any fears 

I thank you for holding my hand on the way
To Wilmington now where we’re going to stay  

All my own words to say I love you so much
No store bought card this year to use as a crutch 

HAPPY 65TH BIRTHDAY CATHY

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Medicaid in the Polarized World of ACA

John, a 60 year old good friend of mine who has a rare form of cancer was recently notified by Medicaid that he no longer qualified for coverage effective 1/1/2014.  He is on total disability and has no income other than Social Security.  He was told that he had to apply for coverage under Obamacare.

In total frustration and fear, he posted on his Facebook page that he had gotten screwed out of Medicaid by Obamacare.  Of course, many of this friends posted comments and condolences and seemed to agree.

It is so discouraging to me the level of misinformation and ignorance around the health care debate in our country.  I decided to write to John to give him my thoughts and I share what I wrote here.

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John,  

I have been doing a little study and research into what is happening to Medicaid in NC after the passage of the Affordable Care Act and your losing your coverage.  Also, my son Chris, who is active in the Social Services field and is a student at North Carolina State, has given me some interesting insight into the problems facing Medicaid in our State.  He was asked recently to serve on a government committee to suggest improvements to NC’s Medicaid system.  Chris started the Collegiate Recovery Program at North Carolina State and he was ask by the Governor’s Office to participate to represent the perspective of those recovering from Alcohol and Drug abuse.  They have met twice so far.  By the way, I am really proud of him for this.

 What I didn’t fully realize is the big differences between Medicare and Medicaid.  We all kind of know that Medicare is for people 65 or older and is a “single-payer” system administered and financed totally by the federal government.  Medicare rules and eligibility are the same in all 50 states.  Here is Wikipedia’s words describing Medicaid: 

“Medicaid is the largest source of funding for medical and health-related services for people with low income in the United States. It is a means-tested program that is jointly funded by the state and federal governments and managed by the states,[1] with each state currently having broad leeway to determine who is eligible for its implementation of the program.” 

The most important difference is that Medicaid is State run with States footing a good chunk of the bill.  States are not even required to participate in the program, but at present they all do.  Yes, the Feds require some basics but States set the rules.  Therefore, there are major differences from State to State.  Texas, for example, has the largest percentage of uninsured of any state in the nation.  As is the case whenever big money is involved, Medicare rules and eligibility gets very political.  From what I have been reading, in general, Red states have the most restrictive Medicaid programs vs. Blue states.  When budgets get tight, guess where the politicians look to save money.  It is pretty clear that the changing of the guard in NC has been making things progressively harder on the poor, minorities, the disadvantaged, and sick. 

Chris tells me that the biggest problem that his constituents complain about are the constantly changing eligibility rules and what is covered and what is not. It is a constant state of flux with so much uncertainly.   Medicaid was set up to be a temporary solution for the poor.  You know, as soon as the poor finally get off their lazy asses and get a job, they can get employer provide HC or buy their own insurance like all upstanding god-fearing citizens do.   

Along comes Obama-care which I prefer to call by its proper name, The Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act (ACA)……less racist.   Obama wanted to pass a single-payer system but had to settle for what he could get passed……Romney-care, a Republican idea in its genesis.  Wikipedia says, 
“The ACA aims to increase the quality and affordability of health insurance, lower the uninsured rate by expanding public and private insurance coverage, and reduce the costs of healthcare for individuals and the government.”  
 
The ACA expands Medicaid eligibility and Federal funding to up to 133% of the poverty line.  Again, quoting from Wikipedia,  
 
“The federal government would pay 100% of the cost of Medicaid eligibility expansion in 2014, 2015 and 2016; 95% in 2017, 94% in 2018, 93% in 2019, and 90% in 2020 and all subsequent years.” 

NC and SC and 18 other States (almost all Red States) declined to accept this expansion.  To me it is unconscionable to decline this expansion.  This recent article in the Raleigh News and Observer is a good one to read:  http://www.newsobserver.com/2013/08/28/3144617/medicaid-coverage-gap-looming.html 
 
John, I was a registered Republican all my life, the party of Lincoln.  I am sure ole Abe is rolling over in his grave with what has happened to the GOP in the past 10 to 15 years.  The far right, the Tea Party, and their ilk steeped in ideology and no-compromise, has driven me out of the party.  I am a proud Independent now.  I am socially Liberal and fiscally Conservative.   

My liberal side believes that health care for all is a basic human right.  Of the roughly 38 first world countries, the US is the only one without universal health care.  Sure, many of the health care systems around first world countries run the gamut in effectiveness but they cover all.  My fiscally conservative side looks at exorbitant cost of our country’s health care system (we pay something like 60 to 70% more than other first world countries).  We rank about 18th in the world in outcomes.  We also have 50 million uninsured.  With the focus access for all, on preventative care, and on education, the bi-partisan Congressional Budget office forecasts that health care costs will be driven down under ACA.  
 
So, my take on your situation is that the target of your frustration should be on Governor McCrory and the Republican majority in the NC Legislature.  ACA tries to expand coverage for all.  The Republicans seem want just the opposite.   

I hope things work out for you with John Schmidt and BCBS.  I am rooting for you.   

Your friend,  Fred


My Near-Fatal Bicycle Accident

On Thursday, November 21, 2013, I was in a terrible bicycle accident.  After completing a 35 mile Cape Fear Cyclist ride, I was making my way home and ran into the back of a USPS Mail truck.  How and why, I cannot answer.  It just happened in a split second of my memory.

On the sixth day in the hospital, I had surgery to repair my broken neck.  Two days later on Thanksgiving afternoon, I was released to recuperate at home.  Despite my prescription drug haze, I thought I was important to communicate with family and friends as soon a possible so I wrote the following email with the assistance of my daughter Sara.

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Thanksgiving, November 26, 2013

Dear family and friends,
It is Thanksgiving evening and I just got home from a week in the hospital.  I have 100 plus unchecked emails that I will not be able to respond to in in a timely manner.  The last week has been a blur to me and I expect it will take me months to come to terms to with what happened.
Not to be overdramatic, but I am a very lucky man and I am fortunate to be alive.  I have a lot of challenges ahead to deal with and communicate about.  This is my small attempt to start the process and give you a little information on what happened to me before I am old news.
After completing a Cape Fear Cyclist ride Thursday the 21st I started home.  Somehow, I hit the back of a mail truck.  I am not sure how, it seemed to happen in a split second.  I was rushed to the hospital and the whirlwind began.
I asked my very smart daughter Sara who has a science degree and is a gifted writer to put something into words so I could better understand what happened and pass it to those who might want to know.  Here is what she wrote:
Dad’s Surgical Procedure and Rehabilitation plan:
The human skull rests on the top cervical vertebra or C1 (this vertebra is also known as the “atlas” because it holds up the globe of the head).  This gives the head much of its ability to tilt and turn.  When Dad slammed his head into the mail truck, he not only concussed his brain, he also crushed this C1 vertebra.  When the surgeons were talking to us they explained that, “he nearly knocked his head right off his spine” but they also said to each other that he had a “skull/C1 dislocation”.  This meant that with a wrong turn of his head or a fall, Dad would certainly die.  Dad was absolutely confined to his hospital bed with a tight collar on until they could operate.  Because his C1 was ruined and it’s impossible to replace it, the surgeons, after much thought and discussion (and a considerable amount of regret), decided that the only safe option for Dad was to put a plate in his neck (about an inch wide and a couple inches long) that would screw into the base of his skull and then down into his C2 and C3 vertebrae.  He’s out of immediate danger now so they let him out of bed and even let him come home from the hospital. 
Over the course of the next 30 days Dad will have to keep his tight collar on all the time in order to keep his head stable.  This will start the process of bone growing over the plate and all around that crushed C1.  It will also give his occipital nerve and traumatized muscles a chance to heal and hopefully get all his headaches resolved.  The full process of fusion will take 6-18 months and by that time that whole complex of his occiput (base of his skull), C1, C2, and C3 and plate will grow into a super-stable big chunk of life-saving bone.  Dad’s surgeons said that people almost never survive this kind of injury.  Dad had the right combination of hitting that truck just right so that his C1 didn’t immediately sever his brain stem and also having some smart people there at the accident that got paramedics to him who put him on a back board and in an ambulance to go to the emergency room.  He was lucky in that very odd way humans speak of luck.  But because this is almost never a survivable injury, they are just not sure what Dad’s eventual range of motion will be.  They know that he’s going to have to look to the right and left mostly by moving his shoulders, but they have taken a “Let’s wait and see” attitude about what kind of physical activities he’ll be able to safely do.   I will say that right off the bat they thought golf would be perfect because you’re supposed to keep your head in line with your shoulders anyway.  Dad’s robust and resourceful.  I think no matter what kind of restrictions life throws at him, he will find a way to have a full and wonderful life.”
So, I am not completely out of the woods but am hopeful for a full recovery.  Wilmington Chorale Society Bass Kort died suddenly a few months ago and never got a chance to say goodbye or anything. I am thinking fondly of him as get the chance to write this. 
I have a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.  It is kind of like a new birthday for me.  Thank you Sara, Cathy, Chris, Peter, Ashley and all my friends and family for being here for me.  Doing my best to stick around.  Fred

Friday, March 1, 2013

Starting My 65th Year

Yesterday was my birthday.  I am pleased to have made it this far in life.  I have always attempted to manage my expectations of longevity.  In my early years, I found myself tracking my progress by how many years I had left to 41, the age my father died of a heart attack. I was 17 and a senior in high school.  I still keep track this way.

With knee surgery looming, I cannot escape some thoughts of my mortality.  My doctor has described the risks of surgery and anesthesia.  In my hospital pre-op paperwork, I was asked about a will, a power of attorney, and a living will, all of which I have.  Sure it can happen but I am not really worried.

There is an old saying, "There are no atheists in a foxhole". Having not faced imminent death myself,  I cannot say for certain how my mind and emotions will face my demise. I do not believe in heaven or hell nor the existence of a personal god.  A deathbed conversion is highly unlikely for me.





Thursday, February 28, 2013

In the beginning........

I am inspired to blog by my daughter Sara and her husband Peter.

I love to write and I find that when I put pen to paper, I am forced to think logically and systematically.  If I cannot coherently structure an argument, a position, or a narrative, I usually abandon the effort. Of course, what makes sense to me, may not be the same for the reader.  Becoming over-zealous is a weakness of mine. So often a Facebook post, a letter, or an email I have authored seems a bit over the top when I re-read my words with the passage of time.  Oh well, we all have our foibles and this is a BLOG so be forewarned.  Passion is an important spice of life.

The title of this blog "On Bended Knee" is as good as any.  I start this literary journey on the cusp of total knee replacement surgery in a few days.  My Ipad is perched on my left knee so swollen I cannot straighten it.  But the title is also works on a more basic level to mark my begining in life.  We all are educated, imprinted, scarred, molded, and influenced by our upbringing.  I was raised on bended knee and have been striving a lifetime to stand up straight.