My uncle is dying. This is him, standing next to me in my mom and dads home, on the day of my confirmation. Now he’s so emaciated I can practically tell where his temporal bone and cheekbone meet. He dedicated his entire career to helping and saving the most vulnerable children, those who had no one else to fight for them, and doing so meant that we ended up being his only immediate family. We’re about to lose him, because his local medical centre in Sauda can’t treat him, and the hospital in Haugesund is no better - they sent him back three times without a diagnosis, only for him to return every time in a worsened condition. They haven’t got the resources, the capacity or will to prioritise anyone they haven’t got the immediate solution for. They have tried and failed several times for over half a year to examine him. If they had sent him to Bergen even a couple of weeks ago, his chances might have been favourable. But there’s a strange kind of triage going on here. Haukeland Uni. Hospital in Bergen was asked for a second opinion by our local hospital - where my uncle is currently spending his very last days of life but they agreed to do nothing. He will not survive until his set appointment at Haukeland (May 24.) They aren’t actively killing him, however with their lack of treatment they have sentenced him to death. He is dying. He is drowning in bed. His lungs are failing. After two years of symptoms, after two months of severe signs of organs shutting down. Nothing. Whoever you are, doctor, politician, voter, tax scammer, if you are to blame in any way, I will never forgive or forget this.