even +20 years ago, i knew someone in toronto who's dad died waiting. his dad had a stroke and ambulance got him to hospital in like 15minutes. but there apparently wasnt any stroke specialists at the hospital to treat him. the dad waited for like +3 hours. there was a doctor that knew how, but he wasn't authorized or licensed/permitted to do it or something like that. the dad just died waiting.
The collapse of the promise of modern medicine is, I think, the hardest one to deal with, compared to the promise of college leading to a career or the promise of having a family.
Dying at home, surrounded by family, is dignified. You have the fear of the unknown, but that's it. Whereas in situations like what you're describing, there's the fear that hope induces. "Will they get to me in time?" And you're in an ugly location, surrounded by strangers that won't risk their loicense to help you.
even +20 years ago, i knew someone in toronto who's dad died waiting. his dad had a stroke and ambulance got him to hospital in like 15minutes. but there apparently wasnt any stroke specialists at the hospital to treat him. the dad waited for like +3 hours. there was a doctor that knew how, but he wasn't authorized or licensed/permitted to do it or something like that. the dad just died waiting.
The collapse of the promise of modern medicine is, I think, the hardest one to deal with, compared to the promise of college leading to a career or the promise of having a family.
Dying at home, surrounded by family, is dignified. You have the fear of the unknown, but that's it. Whereas in situations like what you're describing, there's the fear that hope induces. "Will they get to me in time?" And you're in an ugly location, surrounded by strangers that won't risk their loicense to help you.
Just another casualty of mass-immigration.