More service cuts for the vulnerable

September 21, 2011

My father-in-law comes over two mornings a week to watch the
kids while my husband and I work. He's very good with them, and they love their
Grandpa John. It is a gift beyond measure that they have been able to spend
their first years in his care.

The sky was darkening on a recent Tuesday morning, so I put
the kids in the car and went to pick John up at the bus stop so he wouldn't
have to walk and get drenched. The rain had just started when we met him a
block from the stop. His head was down, and he didn't greet any of us as he
climbed into the car. He simply started listing the things that were going
wrong. He seemed not even to hear my older daughter as she chirped her hello.

John suffers from bipolar disorder. He has managed his
condition for years with the careful attention of one who ruminates obsessively
on details. Accessing the resources he depends on--housing, health care, food
stamps--is a full-time job. With the help of a gifted counselor and a finely
tuned cocktail of prescription drugs, he has been able to maintain some degree
of stability. But change, understandably, is a source of incredible stress.

The sort of change that most terrifies John--and my husband
and me--came unbeknownst to us in April, when the Illinois Department of
Healthcare and Family Services sent an informational memo (pdf)
to its providers listing a host of cost-saving changes to its prescription-drug
coverage for Medicaid recipients. The changes became effective two weeks later.

We didn't know this then, of course. We discovered that
Lexapro was no longer covered when John went to pick up his prescriptions
earlier this summer and the pharmacist reported that they couldn't fill that
one. It took days for John to get physician's authorization to receive a
"preferred" antidepressant; by that time, he'd gone cold turkey off the drug
he'd been relying on for a decade. Antidepressants, and other prescriptions
that affect brain chemistry, aren't like other drugs; even slight changes in
dosage can have serious side effects. Changes are supposed to be made
sparingly, carefully.

John's been holding it together pretty well this summer.
He's an amazing man. But that rainy morning, he tearfully told me that he
didn't trust himself with the baby. He would never commit suicide, he assured
me, but he confessed that as he watched the lightning flash while walking from
the bus stop, he hoped it would strike him.

"I am too old for this," he said. He is 57.

As a pastor, I know something about tight budgets and tough
decisions. But I also know that being in a community--whether civic or
religious--means finding a way to care for the most vulnerable among us. Recent
political rhetoric has focused on notions of shared sacrifice. But John and
others on Medicaid cannot afford the sacrifices made by governments on their

Over the
years, I have had several parishioners with serious mental illness.
They have been generous in their giving to the church; they always seem to be
picking up something extra for the food pantry. And there are things I am
trained to do to help them. I can listen to their concerns about world events;
I can lead them in prayer. Suburban buses and ride services are infrequent, so
I can offer rides to the bank and the pharmacy. I can help with tax returns and
with proving their ongoing eligibility for government services.

But if the nation and the
states are intent on balancing budgets on these people's backs, my efforts will
not assuage their many needs. For my father-in-law's sake, I am thankful that a
lightning strike's location is hard to predict. But the greater risk to those
with mental illness is the regularity with which they are targeted for service