| ShellyCrash |
03-06-2011 01:23 AM |
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Originally Posted by Paul Markham
(Post 17956674)
I faced the prospect of dieing 2 years ago. It was in February 2008 when I was diagnosed with severe throat cancer and not given a lot of chances.
The surgeon who did the biopsy asked me if I believed in God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In July I was told by the surgeons, outside the trauma ward, to go home and make plans for the future. After she had read out a 2 page list of Eva's injuries.
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Doctors are bastards sometimes. I mean, I get they deal with death every day, and I don't expect them to be sensitive, but I am caught off guard by their extreme insensitivity at times.
Probably close to 3 years ago I had a doctor tell me they suspected I had pancreatic cancer. not just any pancreatic cancer, but a real rare son of a bitch kind. To "break" this news to me they didn't give me any heads up, I thought I was just coming in for a follow up and to get the results of my latest bloodwork. I came alone, I drove myself.
In the office the doctor told me, without pause, that they thought I had this rare pancreatic cancer, and she seemed delighted. She said that "You could see 100,000 cancer patients in your career and never see this kind of cancer". Like almost excited about the prospect of working with this rare cancer ignorant of the fact that she was pretty much handing me a death sentence.
To verify these suspicions I had to have an MRCP done, which I guess is super expensive and my insurance initially denied the claim, extending my time in limbo.. So I had to fucking wait for several weeks not knowing.
Words can't describe how fortunate I felt to find out I didn't have it, which was matched by the extreme anger of being put through that. No one should be treated that way, and I by far did not get near the worst of how bad a doctor can treat a patient. They don't need to be psychiatrists, but having one present when you're dropping bombs might not be a bad idea. |
