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Monday, January 23
I just KNEW there had to be a reason...
...too bad it isn't a good one.
I refrained from blogging regarding City Council's decision last week to at least temporarily stall the sale of a city owned vacant lot to a private hospital because I figured there had to be more to the story than was being told.
Just because the public isn't the first to know doesn't mean what government does on their behalf isn't noble or just. Negotiations, the art of the deal, requires timing and discretion. I thought perhaps the City wanted more time to check the buyer out, make sure they were a responsible entity that paid their bills on time and disposed of bio-hazard waste properly.
I raised an eyebrow when I learned OSF had concerns and asked the Council to stall. Frankly, if OSF has concerns, why don't they make an offer on the property or call up the would be buyer themselves?
No doubt, having three major hospitals is a big feather in Peoria's cap and they certainly do something to butter our bread. It is good to know and pay heed to those who butter your bread. So, I respectfully kept my mouth shut and waited for the full story.
I know, a mistake. Pessimism and government go hand in hand for a reason.
According to today's Word on the Street column in the P.J. Star, the sale is actually being held up by Methodist, who wants to do a big, better, version of the same type of facility as the would be buyer. Said facility would be located in the Med-Tech/Renaissance District. Methodist apparently would appreciate it if City Council would not do anything to jeopardize the project or provide any pesky competition.
Why OSF was the first to whine is a mystery, except that they have plans for their facility up by Route 91. Keep in mind that anyone even mildly interested in the City owned property in troubled Southtown had several decades to make an offer. Someone else made a bid on property you've been twiddling your thumbs over for decades? Tough cookies. Thats free enterprise for you. Welcome to America.
Peoria very well might be better off if Methodist and/or OSF build their planned facilities and the would be buyer of the vacant lot be shut out. However, that is the role of the market place, not local government (no matter how noble their intent) to decide. We were led to believe that there were questions as to how all the involved parties and institutions would work together to provide services. Even if true -Har!- why is it City Council's duty to make sure these parties get along and play nice? What next? Is Council going broker deals between McDonald's and Burger King? Decide how many feet should be between the Coke machine and the Pepsi machine? Last I checked, Peoria was part of the United States of America which promotes itself as a capitalist country, not China where only those businesses with a wink and nudge from government are allowed to succeed.
The arrogance of these hospitals is really starting to get on my nerves. Gives all the more credit to the conspiracy theory regarding the relationship they have with AMT (which the hospitals collectively own) and the belief by many that AMT has diligent emergency service take a backseat to cost cutting/overcharging. Meanwhile, much of the Peoria Fire Department is both educated and eager to provide emergency medical services and transport, but are forbidden to do so.
Unless there is an ordinance already on the books banning such a business/facility (i.e., adult entertainment businesses that serve liquor outside the boundaries of downtown) the sale should be approved.
As a citizen and taxpayer, I have been waiting for the financial benefit and relief that would come from the sale of this vacant lot for a very long time. How dare the City decide whose money is greener and better - OSF's, Methodist's, or a private buyer?
Hey! City Council! Remember your place - Hint: It isn't to serve as OSF's bully or Methodist's whipping boy. Or, at least be honest and make a motion to rename our fair city the Peoples Republic of Peoria.
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9 comments:
Hey, Polly... Jim's Bistro in Peoria Heights has a danged good hamburger, don't you think?
Haven't tried the burger there. I am a big fan of their fish and chips, however. I also highly recommend paying a bit extra for the Brittany dressing on a salad. Yum.
I think the best burger in town is at Sullivan's across from the downtown library.
I ate at the new Mexican restaurant on University last night. Dang, I can't think of the name at the moment. Anyway, it was pretty good. Much better than Fiesta Ranchero or -puke- Carlos O'Kelly's. The shrimp burrito was fabulous.
Next time I'm in the Heights I will try Jim's burger. I don't go there much. The food is good, but pricey. Polly is very cheap. Also, it gets loud at Jim's, can be hard to have a conversation with the person sitting across from you.
Polly,
No one tells McDonalds or Burger King how many restaurants they can have in Illinois, nor how big or where those restaurants can be. No one regulates the number or placement of vending machines.
Yet the State of Illinois DOES regulate the number and placement of hospital beds. In fact, they regulate it quite heavily.
Peoria may be part of the capitalist society that is the U.S. of A., but the hospitals within its city limits are also part of well regulated healthcare industry.
This isn't as easy and simple as you make it out to be. The PJS doesn't get the story right, either, but then again, that isn't all that unusual.
Polly,
Adult entertainment bussinesses EVEN WITHIN THE BOUNDARIES OF DOWNTOWN CAN NOT SERVE LIQUOR UNLESS THEY WERE IN the adult entertainment and liquor BUSINESS PRIOR TO THE ADOPTION OF THE CURRENT LAW.
It is NOT just adult entertainment businesses OUTSIDE the downtown that face the prohibition of serving liquor.
Gary,
Even better. Thank you. I stand happily corrected.
Anon,
A day late and a dollar short, the PJ Star did cover the government regulation issue today. Methodist has filled out an application with the state for an acute care facility. Michael Bryant of Methodist, an apparent Capitalist, believes the City should stay out of it and "not take sides." There are State regulations involved. However, it is still not the place of CITY Government to choose one hospital over another.
Polly
Polly, was the new Mexican place on University Vallarta's? Where Bellacino's used to be?
Vallarta's is FANTASTIC and it's SO MUCH FOOD for so little money! And they do take-out. One of their combos feeds me for three meals, I swear.
McGee:
Are they just another La Fiesta rip off...like Jalapeno's in the Metro Center?
Geesh, what I wouldn't give for real Mexican with quality ingredients. Instead, those places serve cheep food prepared cheaply. Little else.
Polly:
Of course Bryant is a capitalist...that's why Methodist is kicking OSF's collective ass in terms of profitability and service. From what I hear, OSF is bleeding like a stuck pig.
anon2,
I think Vallarta's is better than the usual Tex-Mex chain restaurant deal. The food is better and the prices are lower and the wait staff is actually great for an "informal restaurant."
The taste seems to me to be more authentic than La Fiesta or, say, Chi-Chi's or whatever, but I think it's still fairly Americanized Mexican. But really TASTY Americanized Mexican. We've been several times since it opened, so we've obviously been pleased with the experience and the food. It's not like some of these super-restaurants in Santa Fe my husband took me to on vacation with uber-Mexican food, but it's quite good for the price and for the geographical location. :)
Dear Polly,
During the spring of last year, after examining Jackson Jean-Baptiste in Haiti, I notified OSF that this Haitian Hearts patient and former OSF patient was in need of heart surgery. Doctors in Peoria reviewed his echocardiogram and would have been glad to take care of Jackson pro bono. The team that runs the heart lung bypass machine during surgery would have done their work at no cost and the company that makes the valve Jackson needed replaced would have donated it. His host family in the Peoria area wanted Jackson back in their home again to care for him. I never did get an answer from OSF after many, many requests and Haitian Hearts offer of 20,000 dollars for Jackson's care. I pleaded with the Catholic Diocese of Peoria and the Catholic ethicist at OSF to no avail. Physicians approached OSF administration and many others e-mailed OSF to advocate for Jackson's life.
We will bury Jackson tomorrow in a small cemetary in Congerville, in a plot donated by his host family. They wanted him back alive.
Unfortunately, Jackson understands better than any of us the arrogance of the health care system in the Peoria area. Exposing conflict of interest is very dangerous business. Sadly, the bottom line here is the dollar and not the patient.
Below is a letter I wrote several days ago regarding his autopsy and some personal thoughts regarding our friend, Jackson Jean-Baptiste.
Date: 24 Jan 2006 22:17:21 -0000
To: pgibson@cdop.org, sisterjudithann@osfhealthcare.org, keith.e.steffen@osfhealthcare.org, paul.s.kramer@osfhealthcare.org, joseph.j.piccione@osfhealthcare.org.dmarshall@hinshawlaw.com
Subject: Jackson Jean-Baptiste
Dear Bishop Jenky, Sister Judith Ann, Keith, Paul, Gerry, Joe, and Doug
Marshall,
We were present on Friday morning when Jean-Baptiste died just a few
minutes after midnight. His death was slow and painful over the last
several months. However, the last few days were his worst and his screams
would bring him out of his low flow slumber. I will spare you further
details of his last
several hours understanding why none of you would have wanted to witness
it. If Jean-Baptiste would just have slipped away silently in his cinder
block house in the mountains of Haiti as designed, it would have been much
easier on all of us.
I was able to participate in Jean-Baptiste's autopsy yesterday morning. As
I entered the pathology room, I saw his body lying on the second silver
stainless steel table. There were various obnoxious appearing tubes and
catheters protruding from it. They were all clogged, cold, and useless as
was the body from which they came. However, the pathologist and technician
treated Jean-Baptiste with more sensitivity and care than he had received
during most of his 21 years of life in Haiti. They carefully and
meticulously removed
his heart, lungs, liver, and brain.
Jean-Baptiste's heart was enlarged and muscular due to all the extra work
it had to do to keep him alive since a "disease of antiquity", rheumatic
fever, had destroyed his
valves a decade ago. A white fibrous scar tissue was abundant and stuck on
the front side of his heart due to his previous surgery and the
inflammation that the merciless rheumatic fever rendered. I introduced my
left index finger into the superior vein leading into his heart which
immediately entered a vacuous right atrium. With little effort my finger
slipped through his incompetent tricuspid valve into his massive right
ventricle. Using my right index finger and thumb to palpate, the left
ventricle felt thick and very strong.
An incision was then made through the left atrium which allowed us to
stare down at his rock-hard mitral valve. All three leaflets were
calcificed and immobile when tapped with a scissors. This valve was the
anatomic culprit behind Jean-Baptiste's suffering. It would not let his
blood flow to where it wanted but reversed it and flooded his congested
and blue lungs and
liver. The doctors in Peoria had seen this problem last spring and wanted
to fix it. But unfortunatley, you didn't give them and Jean-Baptiste the
chance.
Jean-Baptiste's perfect brain weighed 1,150 grams. I guess his brain
bothered me the most because it was indeed perfect. This beautiful gray
organ had guided him his entire life and had no blod clots, was not
atrophied, and had no tangles or plaques confusing his
thinking. As I looked at it, I wondered which part controlled Jean-
Baptiste's will to live, his independence, and his ability to speak three
languages. Which lobe allowed him to forgive? I knew that he wouldn't tell
me now, even if he could, how he rationalized his deplorable life which
was devoid of dignity which should be "usual and customary" for human
beings.
The official autopsy report won't be out for five weeks. The attending
pathologist is excellent; however his report will most likely be
incomplete. Causes of death probably won't include poverty without dignity
and abandonment.
As the first part of the autopsy concluded, I felt very guilty as I looked
at the remains of Jean-Baptiste. To have sent him back to Haiti after his
surgery was my mistake. To have believed in you and trusted was a serious
miscalculation on my part which helped to shorten the life of our young
friend. I did not anticipate and would not have believed your silence as
this innocent pleaded for your help.
Jean-Baptiste's death explicitly reveals the ugly underside to the
corporate Catholic "health care system", formerly known as Catholic
hospitals. Multiple biblical passages mentioning the poor, a large litany
of Catholic social justice teachings, and the OSF mission statements all
supported helping Jean-Baptiste when he needed it. He certainly didn't
need an attorney to advocate for him. His defense had been written
years ago. Unfortunately, you all failed him as you ignored central
teachings of the faith. A few more years of soccer games and Dairy Queens
wouldn't have hurt Jean-Baptiste and definitely would have helped all of
us.
I was finally able to talk with Jackson's Haitian mountain family on the
phone yesterday. His 18 year old sister Nadia cheerfully answered the
phone. She had brought Jean-Baptiste mangoes in Haiti during his sickest
days in December, while many people frantically searched for a medical
center to accept him in the United States. I told her Jean-Baptiste died
and heard her shriek uncontrollably as the line went dead.
John Carroll, MD
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