After the ConDems celebrated the passing of the NHS Privatisation Bill, jumping up and down on the Cabinet table, sipping champagne they’d pilfered from Fortnum’s, I had a thought about just why I signed my Organ Donor card. Now that the NHS can be ran by any willing provider, I can no longer trust that my organs will go to the most deserving of patients, but instead could end up going to the one that can afford it.
In the last 6 months or so, there has been a marked rise in the number of Private Healthcare Insurance adverts on TV. And there has also been growing debates across the media (especially Radio Scotland) that we need to move from the current “Opt In” to an “Opt Out” System when it comes to Organ Donation. I foresee a set up coming into play, where anyone that dies will instantly have their insides whipped out before it’s mentioned to their families. The organs will then be shipped off to the highest bidder, like a crazy new form of eBay.
So I’ve taken myself off the Organ Donor register. Now I don’t mind if you want to call me a bastard for this. We are all entitled to our opinion. But know firstly that I also have no intention of ever receiving an organ from someone else. An argument currently being used in Organ Donor ads on TV and radio. “If you are willing to take an organ, why aren’t you willing to give one?” Well I’m not. And here’s why.
Let’s say I get a kidney disease. I’m going to need a new one. Whilst waiting for a new kidney, I spend a year on a dialysis machine which costs tens of thousands of pounds, (made by a pharmaceutical giant that hasn’t paid tax since they moved their corporate headquarters to a small town in Switzerland, which is basically just a post office box) at a hospital run by a Private Healthcare Company with a corporate structure so complex, that any profits they make end up in a bank in Belize, meaning that they don’t have to pay any tax either.
Luckily, a kidney comes available and I get bumped to the front of the queue. I get my new kidney, and begin my convalescence back to health. I get well enough to go back to work, to pay tax back into the system which has brought me back from the brink of death. But I’m on Anti-Virals and drugs to prevent tissue rejection, for the rest of my life. Drugs that cost a fortune, made by the same pharmaceutical companies who dodge tax. Assuming nothing goes wrong, I continue to work, but the pension age has gone up to 70, and I’m exhausted because I’m working even harder to increase my productivity or my company will fire me, which they are allowed to do as new employment laws say they can, laws introduced by the same Government who put in place the tax laws which allow the Private Healthcare companies and Pharmaceutical giants to avoid paying tax, despite them making billions every year.
My state pension isn’t enough to keep me in the home which I’ve been struggling to pay for for the last 30years! More Gas and Electricity price rises mean I have to save money wherever I can, and then one day as I’m struggling to open a tin of Asda own brand chicken flavour cat food for my dinner, I drop down dead of a heart attack.
So why don’t I just save myself a lot of grief and just fade out of this life with kidney failure, without all the shit in between. IF I’m wrong about the New and Improved Lansley Health Service, by removing myself from the Organ Donor Register, I’m also sparing some other poor sod the same grief. If I’m right, then there’s no way in hell I’m letting anyone profit from my death.
P.S. If we all removed our details from the Organ Donor Register, and told them we were doing it because we didn’t trust Lansley’s new NHS, how long before the Organ Donor Register people were banging down the doors of Number 10 demanding the Health and Social Care Bill was repealed?
A couple of things have happened since I wrote this. Firstly, Political Scrapbook found out that General Healthcare Group (GHG), a company that was poised to cash in on the Health and Social Care Bill NHS carve up, moved organs from impoverished Romanians and Brazilians to wealthy Israelis. Which kind of makes my point for me.
Now to deal with the human side of what I’m saying in this piece.
There was the chap on Twitter who commented, “Passionate article but principles change when your diagnosed with kidney failure at 34 and you want to see ur daughter grow up”.
Well, I’m trying not to judge exactly what he meant, as he did have to squeeze it into 140characters, but my first response was very genuinely “Shit, that sucks. You have my sympathies Sir.”, because I’m not the cold heartless git I may sound like when I write. I really do have a great deal of empathy for anyone in this sort of situation. I mean, I lost a friend, a really good friend too, a 30yr old woman who was nothing but good inside. She died rapidly of cancer in the space of a month leaving a husband and two young children. And it really did break my heart. But I’m not changing my mind about not donating money to Cancer Research UK!
Despite the fact that my best friend used IVF to have her son, who is growing up to be an absolute diamond geezer kid, I still feel that IVF should be banned in the UK until every child currently living in social care in the UK has been adopted into a loving family. These are kids that are already here and alive. Shouldn’t we really be taking better care of the kids that are here already before we make more in a lab?
And I do have a problem with the word ‘WANT’. You wish for things like that, watching your kids grow up. But the vast majority of good people in this world that ‘want’, well they usually tend to be seriously fucking disappointed! But I’m sure he meant ‘wish’. And I hope he gets his wish. But it’s not going to change my principles and put myself back on the organ donor register while there is the possibility that my organs will be usurped by the tax dodging, world abusing fuckerswho are taking more than they NEED just because they WANT it.
You cannot master that which you still serve.