He will be using his constitutional right to have an incurable disease, to toil, to be weakened by inability.
He is entitled to have poor insurance. As the world turns, he brings his suffering to the hospital for treatment above his income.
He almost dies from the surgery, but lives through the pain and his heavily guarded prison cell called a hospital bed. You can’t take enough pain medicine to stay alive and be comfortable. They won’t give you insurance unless you are in good condition. If you pre-exist, you are a considered a vermin that needs to be expelled from the system. If they can afford human pest control spray, they will use it on you.
Until it is wrong, I have the right to my disease. I, however, do not have any way to fix it without the right tools, assistance, help.