We arrived in Pittsburgh in May. We bought a small home, securing a little retirement money. We would be able to spend time with our six grandchildren.
I knew UPMC would be so much better than the care we were getting in California. I mean UPMC did a liver transplant on my ex -- it was world-renowned. I made our appointments and we were off to Wellville. But, alas, I woke up. I didn't know about the Hatfields and McCoys feuding about our health care. I was a retired court worker coming from California. I thought I could make an appointment with any doctor. I pay $1,200 a month for Blue Shield and it's a PPO. I wasn't "doctor shopping." I called the consumer relations of UPMC. The person I spoke with could have cared less if I was unhappy or needed an advocate. "Hang in there" is how he ended our conversation.
When I drive into Pittsburgh, the largest building there says UPMC. It's become the Starbucks of medical care, one on every corner.
No solutions have I. Maybe I'll just hang in there.