So ’tis the season when those who run our country fight over the NHS. Like a girl ignored all year by the good looking boys, she is suddenly surrounded by suitors offering to take her to the prom. ‘I care about you more than him,’ ‘No I’ve always cared about you!’ ‘I care more! He hasn’t got enough money to look after you anyway!’
As patients it’s almost impossible for us to make sense of what’s on offer. GPs available seven days a week versus a guaranteed GP appointment within 48 hours? Erm. I’ll have both please. £400million versus £2.5billion? Oh I’ll go for the £2.5billion please….. but hold on a minute, where is the money coming from?
We look helplessly from one offer to the next while those really in the know warn us that none of these plans will stop the crisis we’re heading towards. The NHS in her too-tight dress and faded corsage is looking for a hero to fly in and rescue her. She needs radical action, a combined effort by all her suitors and some new shoes so she can dance all night.
She’s probably not going to get it. As much as the politicians try, they are bound by us. Patients on the one hand, tax-payers on the other. We all want a wonderful NHS, we’re not all willing to pay for it.
But at least we are giving the old girl in the corner some attention and that has to be good. Maybe, just maybe, we could turn things around for her. She is still well loved, trusted and utterly brilliant to most of us on most days. We don’t want to lose her. Maybe a fierce election debate is just what she needs. A national debate where all of us, patients, policy makers and staff demand more for the NHS. One where we agonise over choices while being inspired by new ideas. It shouldn’t be about party colours. It should be about keeping the NHS at the party. Bring it on.