While browsing through the news headlines today, I came across a story about a 17-year-old girl who passed away from liver failure. Nataline Sarkisyan's liver was malfunctioning due to a rare complication she had from a bone marrow transplant. She needed the bone marrow to survive her on-going battle against leukemia.
The complications from the transplant were so severe, her liver and kidneys were completely damaged. In order to stay alive she needed a new liver immediately. But her health insurance company, Cigna, refused to pay for the organ transplant.
As an excuse for why Cigna denied coverage, the company claimed they do not pay for "experimental surgeries." But Nataline's family fought back and demanded Cigna cover the operation. As soon as the insurance company agreed to pay, Nataline died. Her family is left feeling as though her life was unnecessarily snatched away from her.
Stories like this always hit hard. But in my case, Nataline's death hit harder since I personally knew her for years. We went to the same dance studio, where I watched her grow up, dance, and goof-off in class. When I read the news of her death today, a million negative feelings bombard me at the same time. But one emotion that conquers all is anger.
Nataline was a girl who never had the opportunity to experience a single day of college, or see what it's like to live her dream as a fashion designer. An insurance company determined Nataline's fate, and it's scary to think a nameless, faceless person has the ability to decide whether a person lives or dies.
Nataline's story is just one example of the problems faces with health care. Money comes before saving a person's life, and it is an issue the government obviously does not pay enough attention to. Why pay for health insurance if the company will not cover a life-saving operation? That's the question Nataline's family is asking today.
The family plans to sue Cigna for her death. But I imagine no amount of money could ever relieve the anguish they feel.