Enjoy the ride

I don't know how it is in Venezuela, a brotherly country, as I've said, from which we certainly still draw government experience, and we even buy second-hand voting machines, but when a person gets cancer in Bulgaria... they simply die.

I didn't feel like writing about this exact topic today, but I keep reading about brutal hospital cases, as well as many sad personal stories that ended in an extremely painful, fatal way, in this suffering territory. Also, my imminent trip to the capital for tests and hospitalization makes me shudder even more with fear against the backdrop of these terrible stories about the suffering of people admitted to the hospital (entered into a system that has long been devoid of a human face and human feelings of help and empathy, in a country where human feelings have also long since died out.)
As I recently read in a comment: "I wish you never have to be hospitalized!" This is a wish that everyone should make to everyone now, along with health, happiness, luck, you know - things that people wish for on certain occasions...

But now I will continue with the topic I started above. People who get cancer simply die.
Yes, my mother got sick last year and after surgery and all the procedures, chemotherapy and so on, she is still alive. I would not say - healthy, because in my opinion, everyone who has ever had cancer is like a walking bomb that can explode again at any moment. At least here.
She is alive because she is lucky that my brother is a famous doctor in the capital, he has the connections and knows where to send her, who to turn to.

Doctors also maintain a kind of mafia relationship among themselves, because they never know when they will need each other.
It is said that there is not a single case won against a doctor, because all the doctors who appear as witnesses are in the defense. It is said that no patient has ever won a case seeking their rights, no matter how much they have been harmed by a doctor, whether through negligence or ignorance.

My mother is also alive because she was forced to undergo tests that she, like almost every Bulgarian, would not have done otherwise. And from next year, with the increase in fees for general practitioners and all doctors, these tests and examinations will decrease even more. And even more people will die for this reason alone.

In order for a person to be alive after being sick with cancer, a person not only needs to have the connections to be sent to a good and qualified doctor in a hospital, where they will be treated humanely. Because this is exactly what has been talked about and reported for a long time - inhuman treatment, mainly in the capital, where it is otherwise known that it is possible to find good (professional) doctors, which is debatable to say about other parts of the country.
But as a politician once said on television: When I have to call hospitals, at the request of acquaintances, to ensure they receive appropriate and humane service, this is a sure sign of a dysfunctional healthcare system.

But that's not all. Along with connections, you need money too.

I was quite surprised when I recently read that charity campaigns are being organized to raise funds for the cancer treatment of a famous wedding photographer.
Wedding photography is generally a lucrative profession. But as the saying goes: You can have many problems in life, but when you are sick, suddenly it turns out that you have only one problem.
And your funds quickly evaporate, if you have managed to set aside any savings at all, when you start treatment, the treatment takes a very long time and there is simply no result.

Lastly, they were collecting just some 7,000 leva, or about 3,500 euros, for some procedure. A pretty ridiculous amount, in my opinion, to require a whole campaign to be organized for it - by friends, relatives and colleagues.
I didn't find out if the money was collected, if he had undergone the procedure, because he passed away. A middle-aged man, in the prime of his life, struggling with the disease for several years... in Bulgaria.

Things didn't go that way for another man, the husband of a photographer, for whom funds were also being raised to treat a specific cancer in Germany. Today, the man is alive and well.
Two examples, two completely different worlds.

When I lived for a while in West Germany, and then in Belgium, I had the feeling that every second person around me, whom I met or got to know, was a cancer survivor.
I don't think there are such statistics in Bulgaria. I don't know that many cancer patients, taking as an example people I have met or known in my life. But all these people there were alive and well.

One would think that this is part of this endless inhumane state machine for earning or transferring money - we make them sick and then treat them. Because I don't know how much in Germany the state covers the treatment of a cancer patient. I can assume that in Bulgaria it covers exactly 0%.
But in Germany it's: we cure them.
While in Bulgaria it's just: we don't give a fuck about these people. Let them die, especially if they don't have money...

So, to come to the original reason for writing this post - if my exact diagnosis is finally established and such actions are necessary - charity campaigns, hospitalization, let alone surgical actions, I will most likely refuse treatment.
Yes, the prospect of getting treatment in Germany is tempting, but I'm sure not all charity campaigns succeed, it takes a lot of effort, will, hope, marketing skills, etc. So... I'm trying these last few days to just come to terms with it, to accept everything.

I found a parody meme page on FB, I really like it and I'm dying of laughter at how life is presented there.
Usually, Death with a scythe has you riding, dragging you to the grave, and underneath it says: "Enjoy the ride", 😂parodying everything positive that people like to make up about life.

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	Soul's Detour is a project started by me years ago when I had a blog about historical and not so popular tourist destinations in Eastern Belgium, West Germany and Luxembourg. Nowadays, this blog no longer exists, but I'm still here - passionate about architecture, art and mysteries and eager to share my discoveries and point of view with you.

Personally, I am a sensitive soul with a strong sense of justice.
Traveling and photography are my greatest passions.
Sounds trivial to you?
No, it's not trivial. Because I still love to travel to not so famous destinations.🗺️
Of course, the current situation does not allow me to do this, but I still find a way to satisfy my hunger for knowledge, new places, beauty and art.
Sometimes you can find the most amazing things even in the backyard of your house.😊🧐🧭|