To paraphrase Frank Sinatra’s New York, New York:
“If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere.”
In Beverly Hills, California – home to the rich and famous – you might expect the best possible medical care. Instead, Karen received the care of a third world country.
Luxury prices were paid for the ultimate luxury hospital, the high cost of dying in style. End-of-life care, Beverly Hills style. I had seen death at the top now, and it was no prettier than at the bottom. Just a bigger waste, and, for me, a bigger tragedy.
It certainly didn’t make me proud of my once scintillating medical career. The monument I was going to build to Karen by saving her life and resurrecting my own in the process, was nothing but a tiny pile of dust in a gilded urn. The facts are chilling and irrefutable.
Elie Wiesel said, “Whoever survives a test, whatever it may be, must tell the story. That is his duty.” This book is my story. I hope it can smooth your journey through the health care system. As the Chinese say, ‘If you want to know what lies ahead, ask those coming back.”