The carcinoma in Room B-2

The focus on profits, profits, and profits has taken away so much of what it is to be human in our time. More evidence of this is in today's NYT:

In the Hospital, a Degrading Shift from Person to Patient.

Mary Duffy was lying in bed half-asleep on the morning after her breast cancer surgery in February when a group of white-coated strangers filed into her hospital room.

Without a word, one of them - a man - leaned over Ms. Duffy, pulled back her blanket, and stripped her nightgown from her shoulders.

Weak from the surgery, Ms. Duffy, 55, still managed to exclaim, "Well, good morning," a quiver of sarcasm in her voice.

But the doctor ignored her. He talked about carcinomas and circled her bed like a presenter at a lawnmower trade show, while his audience, a half-dozen medical students in their 20's, stared at Ms. Duffy's naked body with detached curiosity, she said.

After what seemed an eternity, the doctor abruptly turned to face her.

"Have you passed gas yet?" he asked.

"Those are his first words to me, in front of everyone," said Ms. Duffy, who runs a food service business near San Jose, Calif.

I often wonder what it was like when you could go to the neighborhood pharmacy and the pharmacist would say, "Good morning, Mrs. So and So, how are you today. Can I get your [insert regular product] for you?" How does it feel to be looked at as a human being rather than a dollar sign?