I just finished reading “The Cost of Hope” written by Amanda Bennett. I requested it as an Advanced Reader’s Copy through Librarything.com many months ago because at the time I was researching our health care system and trying to see what changes might make it more effective. Since the novel was about the author’s experience of her husband’s illness and death, and since the author was a newspaper journalist, I expected it to be filled with data.
Then, for the longest time, I allowed the book to linger on my book shelf, reluctant to pick it up and get into the material. Maybe it was because I had just experienced the death of my mother and was no eager to revisit my emotions. Maybe it was because I wanted to get lost in a story, not data. So, when I finally did open the book, I was unprepared for what awaited me.
I found “The Cost of Hope” to be more of a personal memoir than a research text. It is the story of Amanda and Terrence…husband and wife, lovers, sparring partners, who met while both were working in China 1983. They are an unlikely couple. Rather than walking through life in step together, they seem to remind me of two spirited dogs each on their own leash, pulling in different directions while a dog walker tries to navigate them down a path. They fall in love, or at least realize that they want to spend their lives together, and embark on a journey that takes them to various locations, jobs, homes, vocations and avocations, all the time supporting each other and also constantly bumping into each other.
Terence becomes ill. It is the dreaded C word and their lives start down a new path. As their personal story continues, interjected into the narrative are the details of their experiences with various doctors, interventions and treatments, the confusion and the quest of trying to beat this demon that has invaded their life. The book presents a cast of innumerable characters who are, each in their own sometimes bumbling way, just trying to solve a dilemma. I came to realize that no ONE has the right answer. There is a good deal of chance in the system. Hidden characters in the plot, read test results, put forth suggestions and on the basis of who reads or acknowledges what, a path is taken.
The title, “The COST of Hope,” lead me to think it was going to talk about the monetary expense that is so huge and so hidden from the patient…and the book does that. But more than that, it talks about the other “costs” of hope. The cost that is extracted from all those who participate in the journey…the patient, the family members, the medical personnel…the intangible cost of continuing to seek and believe that good news and relief is just around the corner.
In the end, I was left with the belief that, while the financial cost is surely something to be questioned and looked at, the intangible cost may well be worth it. It is the clinging to this HOPE that continues to give meaning and direction to their lives, that motivates them to face each day with an energy to continue to participate in life. And that is the main message I was left with.
I appreciated most the last chapter recounting Terrence’s death. Not morbid but very realistic, it recalled to me my own experience of being with my mother through this process and the writing gave it dignity. Then the ending “Afterword” left me with an appreciation for the flow of life and the humanity of the people who in their own feeble and often bumbling way hold the entire medical system together. Does it all COST too much, in the financial sense? Yes. Does the billing process not make sense? Yes. Is there a great deal of chance in the system? Yes. Is medical care more accessible to some over others? Yes. Do all the actors in this drama have their own agendas? Yes. And yet, in spite of all of this, somehow the human spirit triumphs. And in the end, I was left with a sense of HOPE.