By Mia Maysack, PNN Columnist

As a person who has required ample medical attention throughout my life, a constant part of the never-ending struggle for treatment is finding a provider that’s worth-a-damn to administer quality healthcare.

In childhood, I was fortunate to have one practitioner who treated every member of my family. Although most of it was an excruciating trial and error process, I can at least say they tried. When she retired, for continuity’s sake I gravitated toward someone else in the same medical practice.

By then my initial condition (chronic head pain) had not only become more complicated, but I was also battling another diagnosis (fibromyalgia) -- one that the new provider did not seem to take seriously. I chose to dismiss myself from the practice.

At that point, I became more conscious about the sort of doctor I was seeking, so I spent hours researching every clinic in my surrounding area and reviewing doctors’ bios. It was imperative that whoever I chose possess some sort of background or special interest in pain. 

I found a candidate I was so excited about that I left in happy tears after the first appointment. Unfortunately, that did not last long. On the next visit, I was diagnosed with my second round of Covid-19 and they proceeded to blame my chronic fatigue, joint pain and compromised mobility on the coronavirus -- as opposed to the fibromyalgia I’d already been diagnosed with years before the pandemic.

I shrugged it off as a misunderstanding, and assumed they must have meant the exacerbation of my fibromyalgia symptoms was caused by Covid.  

At appointment number three, we discussed preventative screenings due to some issues relating to potential hereditary concerns. After some urging, they explained the process of going in for testing, assured me I’d be contacted by qualified personnel, and guaranteed that I’d receive a direct message from them personally once all this was set in motion.

My only job was to wait, so I did. And I continued to wait. A month later, I’m still waiting.

Of course, I realize I’m not the only patient in the universe. As a retired healthcare worker, I understand the burnout so many providers must be experiencing after the last 3 years.  I recognize the shortages and feel privileged to have any sort of access. That being said, over the last two months at least two members of the pain community have taken their own lives. This is an example of what led them there. 

I vowed this was going to be the final disappointment that I am willing to accept from the healthcare system. I am paying more for medical insurance than I ever have, but receive the least amount of aid.

Given that previous failures are what led me to explore more holistic methods, I do not reside in woo-woo land. Concepts like breath work and herbs felt a bit degrading and insulting at first, but then I decided to set my reluctance aside, remembering how lost just about everything I tried up to then had left me. I reflected on the fact that I almost didn’t survive long enough to even consider something different. 

I’d never suggest that natural treatments will cure whatever horrendous illness a person may be enduring, but I’ll point out that many holistic remedies go back thousands of years. Ideas that were once dismissed, such as gut health being correlated to mental well-being; inflammation being the main culprit in overall sickness; oral hygiene (or lack thereof) directly impacting the heart; and how exercise improves mood and health are now widely accepted as mainstream.

Some of these ideas have gained traction, but utilizing things like plants won’t ever be fully encouraged or supported because it takes money away from Big Pharma – which ironically produces medication that is often derived from natural sources as well.

All of this is an open invitation to explore different ways to care for ourselves. We can remain distraught over our lack of support or we can be empowered by seeking out what we can do, as opposed to what they’ll “allow.”

I don't know about you, but continuing to put the quality of my life in the hands of those who repeatedly demonstrate their lack of concern and who are in the business of profiting off sickness is a death wish. The healthcare system is not only guilty of this, but sick itself. How could it ever heal us?

Mia Maysack lives with chronic migraine, cluster headache and fibromyalgia. She is the founder of Keepin’ Our Heads Up, a Facebook advocacy and support group, and Peace & Love, a wellness and life coaching practice for the chronically ill.