Arrr, I be a captain o’ healthcare, battlin’ scallywags o’ medicine! Then me lass’s plight hit me heart, matey!
2025-03-08
Arrr, me 19-year-old lass be needin’ a potion from the ship’s doc! Even with me savvy skills, we be battlin’ like scallywags for hours just to get the blasted treasure of medication approved. Blimey, the seas be calmer than this rigmarole!
Ahoy, matey! Why be it so devilishly hard t’ procure the potions yer healer prescribes? Why do families find themselves battlin’ like scallywags for standard treatments? Aye, the answer lies with those dastardly pharmacy benefit managers (PBMs), the sneaky sea dogs decidin’ yer treasure trove of medicines and the coin ye pay! Arrr, even I, Captain of the Pontchartrain Cancer Center, found meself in a tempest o’ frustration when me own lass needed a life-savin’ remedy.It took a full ten weeks, a battle fiercer than a kraken’s grip, to get her approved medication! Every time I raised the flag, the PBMs tossed the problem like a hot potato, leavin’ our family adrift in a storm o’ red tape. Millions o’ souls face these treacherous waters, bein’ denied care while PBMs line their pockets like greedy pirates hoardin’ gold!
Originally, these PBMs were meant to be our allies, but they’ve turned into greedy galleons, crushin’ patients under their weight. With the biggest PBMs controllin’ 80% of the market, they steer ye toward their own ships, makin’ life harder for the common folk. The winds be blowin’ against us, and Congress be playin’ politics instead of actin’ to right this ship.
So let’s rally, me hearties! It be time to hoist the sails for reform, puttin’ patients before profits, and makin’ 2025 the year we take back our healthcare from the PBM pirates! Arrr!