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Trotter and Betsy Tuttle, the transplant surgeon who would eventually operate on Hunter, were determined to do what was medically necessary. But on the business end, there was no agreement about payment...
...Saturday, Hunter slipped into a coma. Dr. Tuttle upgraded him to highest-priority status and put out a call through the organ-transplant network for a liver. Labor Day weekend, normally a period offering a bumper crop of organs because of holiday traffic deaths, came and went without a prospect. TUESDAY 10:00 A.M. Todd remains in a coma, his liver shot, his skin yellow to his toes. Retribution is in the air midmorning when Brown reaches Trotter, demanding to know why Hunter is not at UNC. Their conversation is "spirited," according to Trotter, "emotionally charged," according...
WEDNESDAY 10:05 A.M. Tuttle is in the OR, assisting in the Jacks "living-related" transplant, when word comes that a liver has been located on the West Coast and can be in Durham by evening. It arrives in a large styrofoam box, bathed in preservative inside a plastic bag--surprisingly mundane packaging for a gift of life. It is after 11 p.m. when Tuttle removes Hunter's shriveled liver and begins the delicate work of suturing all the various vessels and ducts from the new liver into Hunter's system. At 12:30 in the morning, the moment...
...first year alone, that will cost him about $1,500 a month. The likelihood that, as Shotgun Shane Sawyer, he will ever again wrestle is virtually nil. As he heals physically, he must be on guard for the intense feelings of anger, even depression, that typically besiege transplant patients. And he should make peace with his managed-care provider as soon as possible. For someone with a "pre-existing" medical condition like Hunter's, the odds of switching insurers are probably less than the odds of an angel dancing on the walls of a Duke...
...acre medical campus in the North Carolina Piedmont, doctors are pushing hard against the limits of our imagination: tiptoeing electronically through the brain in search of hidden tumors, inventing vaccines that might turn lethal cancers into treatable ones, even breeding animals whose organs could one day be harvested for transplant to make up for the shortfall in human donors. These men and women muscled their way through college and medical school and internships and fellowships, just for the chance to work 100-hour weeks, live on hospital food, only rarely find time to see their families or to exercise...