Must MDs Serve
Medicaid?*
S.Q. Lapius had decided to make one of his rare
forays into the cold. He spun two mufflers over his shoulders and wedged
them tightly under his chin. This hid the wool turtleneck, over which he
had worn a sweater vest before donning his suit coat. After struggling
into his sheepskin great coat he ordered me to open the door, from where he
trundled to the waiting and well heated taxi. “Brrr,” said Lapius as he
snuggled in. “Thank God for thermal underwear.”
“Where are we going
that’s so important that you must brave the cold wintry winds?” I asked
him. “To have your thyroid examined?”
“On the contrary,
Harry. I am going to have my arguments examined. I have been
invited to a debate at the medical society, the proposition that all physicians
must accept Medicaid patients.”
“Pro or con?”
“Pro.”
The taxi drew up in
front of the gracious portico and I helped Lapius out of the cab. He had
as much mobility as a man suited up for a space fight. Dressed as he was for
the cold weather I felt as if I was transporting a mummy. After Lapius
had rid himself of some of his outer garments we walked into the comfortable
and surprisingly empty lobby, to be met by the tall, muscular Dr. John
Hardline. “Lapius,” he said. “I tried to reach you but you had
already left. The meeting has been canceled.”
“How so?”
“The officers of the
society were called to an emergency meeting at the state level. Something
about PSRO’s and utilization, and the HEW proposal that Medicare and Medicaid
can no longer be admitted to hospitals on the recommendations of their doctor
but the cases must be passed upon by a review board.”
“I wish I had known,”
muttered Lapius, “It would have saved me a lot of bother.”
“Well, pull a chair to
the fire,” Hardline said expansively. “Come along, Harry,” he beckoned
me. “Let’s make the old man comfortable. I think I have a bottle of
brandy in my locker.” We sat down and Hardline disappeared. Being
called an old man did little to soothe the ruffled Lapius, but he became
somewhat appeased when Hardline returned with a bottle of Courvoisier. After he
had poured he said, “You know, Simon, I’m glad for your sake the debate was
cancelled. You have taken a terrible unpopular position.”
“What position is
that?” Lapius asked owlishly.
“That you would want
society to pass a resolution that all members should accept Medicaid patients.”
“If it was a popular
position all doctors would see Medicaid patients. I wouldn’t have to
propose it.”
“Well, the fact is that
some of the men feel very strongly about this. They don’t see why the
government should have the right to set a doctor’s fees. The government
doesn’t tell banks to lend to the poor at a lower interest rates, nor are
landlords asked to lower their rents. Why should the doctor be
discriminated against?”
“That certainly is a
point of view, John, but a weak argument. Who will take care of the
medical needs of the poor?”
“The medical profession
has always done this in free clinics or their offices on a voluntary basis.”
Lapius mused about that
for a while, cupping the brandy snifter gently. Then he said, “I can’t
see why you are up in arms just because you will receive a fee for what you
always used to do for nothing.”
“But, Simon,” Hardline
said trying to coddle Lapius, which was about as effective as trying to cook a
soft boiled egg over an open grill, “it is the principle of the thing.
Where the hell does the government get off setting our fees? No one else
is asked to make the same sacrifice for the poor.”
“Every working person in
America makes a sacrifice for the poor. They pay taxes don’t they?
Or do you think that the money that supports Medicare and Medicaid is a gift
from the Philadelphia Mint?”
“What are you,
Lapius? Some kind of socialist nut or something?” Hardline asked
sneeringly.**
Lapius ordinarily
wouldn’t let a petty remark like that interrupt his savoring a good brandy, but
this time he put the glass down. “The point is that government
interference in medical practice encompasses more than medical fees. It
threatens the existence of the entire doctor-patient relationship. Now
when a doctor tries to fight the government by not seeing Medicaid patients he
also threatens the doctor-patient relationship, and cuts the ground away from
his own arguments. The medical profession must speak out against
government intrusion as a unit. But to turn away the sick just because
the government is setting the fee is a policy that will lead to moral
bankruptcy. You know damned well, Hardline, that when you are called to
the hospital to see an emergency you don’t ask whether the patient is rich or
poor. So why turn the sick away from your office?”
“Well, Lapius, no doctor
turns away an emergency.”
“I should hope
not. But the point is that from the patient’s point of view any illness
might be an emergency. They cannot always discriminate serious ills from
minor ills. Only the doctor can put them at their ease. You are
discriminating against the Medicaid patient just because you think that the government
is discriminating against doctors. An innocent party is getting
hurt. That is contrary to the tradition of the medical profession.”
“You make it sound like
a priesthood.”
“It is in a way.
Aesculapius was called the God of Medicine by the Greeks and his sanctuaries
for the ill became temples. In western culture the first hospitals were
established by religious orders, and the earliest nurses were monks and
nuns. The first great medical school grew out of the cathedral stadium of
Salerno in the ninth century. The profession of medicine is fundamentally
a ministry to the sick, rich or poor. Look here, Hardline, you are always
complaining to me that the medical profession is getting a bad press. You
certainly won’t improve the doctor’s image by turning away a patient just
because the government is paying you less than you would ordinarily charge.”
“Keep talking that way,
Lapius. Soon the government will take us over completely and put us on
salary. Would you like that?” Hardline shuddered at the implications
of his own statement.
“No,” Lapius said
slowly. “I wouldn’t like that. As a matter of fact a great conflict
might be brewing between the medical profession and the government. The
issues will be settled in the legislatures and the congresses, after the
ballots have been counted. I would hope that the medical profession
develops a coherent policy and that all physicians join to formulate and
support that policy. I would hope, after all is said and done, that the
doctor-patient relationship is preserved. But none of this can be
accomplished by turning away Medicaid patients.”
“You sound like a
god-damned broken record,” Hardline said becoming surly.
When we left, Lapius
draped his outer garments over his arm, and stood quietly, his hands dug deep
into his pockets while we waited for a taxi to show up.
“Why don’t you wear your
coat and scarves?” I asked.
“I’m not cold any more,”
he said heatedly
* In the mid 1970s the
doctors of the New Jersey medical Society voted to accept Medicaid patients but
not submit vouchers for payment because they believed that absent a minimum
number of vouchers the State would not qualify for Medicaid reimbursement.
** As it turned out, the medical profession
adamantly opposed to most government measures because they feared
“socialization” by government, ended up being “socialized” by their purported
allies, the business community. Enterprise was paying burgeoning medical costs won by the unions for employees which
provided (as we see today re General Motors, almost bankrupted by its medical
obligations) perpetual care for retirees living long past actuarial
predictions.
Strange that the same government that
fashioned Medicare apparently failed to take into account the fact that that
same government was subsidizing science, and that medical science would
increase longevity and that increased longevity would exhaust Medicare
resources.