Who Runs the World?

When the Tumor Board at Barnes/Wash U, consisting of all their very best oncologists and neurologists, review my entire medical history and all my scans on large screens and determine I need brain surgery to remove the lesion in my brain, but pencil-pushers at my health insurance company, who do not know me or my history, are going to deny at first and make my health care providers jump through all the hoops to remove this thing that is steadily growing in my brain, I feel defeated. 

I can choose the best medical team I can find and, still, my life expectancy depends on my health insurance company. 

I hope they all watch someone they love die a slow, painful death, as they fight health insurance to their grave.