Sunday, December 14, 2008
Riding my indoor bike in front of the TV, working on my own heart, I saw that the owner of the Carolina Panthers, age 72, is awaiting a heart transplant. I'm sure he's a nice guy.
Until we have so many extra hearts that they're being thrown away, seventy-two year olds ought not be getting them. Football team owners are among the very wealthy, so I assume he can and/or would pay every nickel himself. Even so, it's not right. Whereas it brings up that age-old question about whether the wealthy ought to get better medical care than the not-so, and whereas I'm not entirely unsympathetic on one level (the level that says rich people get better cars and bigger houses), medical resources are finite, and getting finiter. No matter if he plans to leave a big tip: unless everyone under fifty already has one, he shouldn't get a heart. That's not just rationing: it's morality.