Do Doctors Care Anymore?
Since the advent of the Health Maintenance Organization (HMO) decades ago, the connection between patient and doctor has become increasingly slight.
As a kid I went to a family doctor whose office was around the corner. His office was in a single-story building with cedar shingle siding. All the machines inside stood out like 10-penny nails on a plank of pristine pine because of their bright white color and modern shapes. My hometown was very rural and going to the doctor was like going to an important meeting in a science laboratory. What was most pleasant about going to the doctor was that he remembered me, seemed to take his time finding out what I was suffering from and asked about my family, school and all the other stuff. I felt like Dr. Adams knew me. I felt like he cared about me.
Today, I don't think of my doctor as a caring person. I see doctors as people to use for a solution to a problem. I no longer feel any connection to him. If it were not Dr. Lee, it could be Dr. Smith. They are interchangeable. I have no relationship with any of them and so they are practically disposable. In fact, I don't really think of him as "my doctor." I call him "a doctor" or "the" doctor. And I see the organization he works for as a big corporation conveying all the warmth of a stainless steel teddy bear.
But, today I was surprised by an early morning phone call from Dr. Lee (well, Dr. Lee's secretary, of course.) She said the doctor noticed I had not been in for more than a year and he wanted to see me. How odd! Had he found something deep in my file (or somewhere else) that I should know about? Nope. He just thought it wise for me to get a checkup.
Immediately I said no thanks. My co-payment is $50. I don't have any medical problems right now and don't want to pay 50 bucks to have my blood pressure and pulse taken. I guess I'll go in when something is wrong. Then came a second call three hours later. And another two hours after that with the same request.
Suddenly I felt grateful. My $50 won't make or break them. Mind you, if they get 25000 patients to come in the HMO will make some meaningful money. And from their standpoint, it is good for them to know what's going on with me. It helps them project care needs and how much my premium will go up. HMOs have certainly helped make me believe healthcare is about money not care. But, I have to say Dr. Lee's phone calls softened my posture. I guess I felt more cared about than exploited.
Is it possible that Mega-HMO company doctors really do care? I am not ready to go that far. If six months from now I get another call or a birthday card this summer I may change my mind. I'll let you know because I think it is important. The more large companies do to improve the interpersonal caring between their employees and their clients, the better the whole world will be. To Mega-HMO and Dr. Lee I say...keep going. You may just win me over.
As a kid I went to a family doctor whose office was around the corner. His office was in a single-story building with cedar shingle siding. All the machines inside stood out like 10-penny nails on a plank of pristine pine because of their bright white color and modern shapes. My hometown was very rural and going to the doctor was like going to an important meeting in a science laboratory. What was most pleasant about going to the doctor was that he remembered me, seemed to take his time finding out what I was suffering from and asked about my family, school and all the other stuff. I felt like Dr. Adams knew me. I felt like he cared about me.
Today, I don't think of my doctor as a caring person. I see doctors as people to use for a solution to a problem. I no longer feel any connection to him. If it were not Dr. Lee, it could be Dr. Smith. They are interchangeable. I have no relationship with any of them and so they are practically disposable. In fact, I don't really think of him as "my doctor." I call him "a doctor" or "the" doctor. And I see the organization he works for as a big corporation conveying all the warmth of a stainless steel teddy bear.
But, today I was surprised by an early morning phone call from Dr. Lee (well, Dr. Lee's secretary, of course.) She said the doctor noticed I had not been in for more than a year and he wanted to see me. How odd! Had he found something deep in my file (or somewhere else) that I should know about? Nope. He just thought it wise for me to get a checkup.
Immediately I said no thanks. My co-payment is $50. I don't have any medical problems right now and don't want to pay 50 bucks to have my blood pressure and pulse taken. I guess I'll go in when something is wrong. Then came a second call three hours later. And another two hours after that with the same request.
Suddenly I felt grateful. My $50 won't make or break them. Mind you, if they get 25000 patients to come in the HMO will make some meaningful money. And from their standpoint, it is good for them to know what's going on with me. It helps them project care needs and how much my premium will go up. HMOs have certainly helped make me believe healthcare is about money not care. But, I have to say Dr. Lee's phone calls softened my posture. I guess I felt more cared about than exploited.
Is it possible that Mega-HMO company doctors really do care? I am not ready to go that far. If six months from now I get another call or a birthday card this summer I may change my mind. I'll let you know because I think it is important. The more large companies do to improve the interpersonal caring between their employees and their clients, the better the whole world will be. To Mega-HMO and Dr. Lee I say...keep going. You may just win me over.

