This is part of an ongoing series that gives Bronx writers a chance to share their personal stories on the state of healthcare in America.
Ron Wegman, July 22, 2018
Surprise! It’s a hospital bill!
Eleven p.m. on a Saturday night. My wife and I were returning home from a rare evening out, made possible by the fact that our children were away at a summer camp near Sidney, NY. It had been a successful evening: we had discovered a Moroccan-Israeli café on the Upper West Side.
As soon as we walked in the door, the telephone rang. It was the nurse from camp. Our son was ok, he hurried to assure us, but he had injured his finger and the nurse was asking for our permission to take him to the emergency room of the local hospital. Naturally we agreed: Sidney is 125 miles and a three hour drive from the Bronx; it would hardly make sense to bring our son all the way home to see a doctor. The camp had our family health insurance information, and the hospital accepted our insurance....