Terrified of death from materialistic beliefs about consciousness, our medical system spends the majority of health care monies in the last six months of life. The VA doctor wanted to give my Dad a colostomy three weeks before he died. Yet he wouldn't prescribe powerful painkillers for my father. You could say my dad died of a bad back. He hurt it getting off the examining table last spring and rapidly wasted away when he couldn't do what he loved to do.
Bus rides are painful with a hurt back.
They couldn't diagnose his condition, which is a big part of the medical model. They'll just about kill you to find out what's wrong with you. My dad hated doctors and priests. They're out of the same mold. He stayed strong through the end.