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It's a shame that people are leaving U.S. Dr.'s and Dentists. I realize that you paid dearly for school, medical malpractice insurance, rent, salaries, equipment etc. The dentist I've seen here has his own lab and does most of the work there. It's a family business. Dad, son, and a daughter. But, sometimes we have to do what we have to do. Sure, shit can happen, things go wrong here, too,
I think Duke sucks as far as the treatment I received and the 'errors' made that have left me in a limbo. The dr. who gave me 3 years to live should be shot. I wasn't sick, I have rheumatoid arthritis, a scan showed a small tumor, within 3 weeks and a half assed biopsy I was told I'm stage 4 cancer - they can find the primary source but, I should bend over, grab my ankles and kiss my ass good-bye. Well, that's not happening - at least not yet.
THEN, they did every damn test they could think of endoscopy, colonoscopy, mammograms (several,OW!) sonograms both internal and external, ct scans with and without dye, took enough blood to infuse a small country. The stuck cattle prods into every orifice in my body except my ears! Nada... Hey, I'm not complaining. I'd kiss them all if they just said, ya know - maybe we made a mistake.
Don't really know what's going on but, so far - thank God, all the scans I've had are clean. My new doctor just raises his eyebrows and tells me that my scans are the cleanest he's seen from all that he's looked at this year. So I do a little :bounce: and try to keep the devil from whispering in my ear.
I had to take control of my own medical condition and found that I had 4 fractures in my pelvis due to R/A and osteoporosis. Not on MD offered anything but drugs. Prednisone, Dexamethasone, Tramadol, Celebrex. After I did some research on my own I found a procedure called osteoplasty which is 'crazy glue' injected into the fracture which hardens in a few hours and within a few days NO PAIN anymore. Performed in the hospital you're in and out in about 4 hours. I had been suffering with pain, unable to walk for 8 months!
As for the tumor - the course of action was we'll radiate it. After the first radiation treatment I was told that the biopsy wasn't as good a specimen as they should have gotten. Ok, I say - let's do it again! It didn't hurt, I'm up for a do over. 'Oh, sorry no can do... it's already been radiated'. Well how about I reach down your throat and pull out your intestines, huh? Just askin. Then he said, 'how do you feel about chemo in addition to the radiation to boost the effects of the radiation'. Now, imagine - my head is up my ass because I've been told the reaper is at the door. Ok, hit me with your best shot. So they gave me the two meanest shit house rats - combo chemo. Then never checked my blood work results for 5 weeks - until the lab called the dr. and asked them wtf they were doing? I had to be admitted to the hospital asap. You don't want to know what this crazy bitch did, said, etc. I wanted blood, theirs! Here's the kicker. After all this bull I asked how much benefit would this chemo offer in conjunction with the radiation? Answer: Oh, about 8%-15%!! 'And you put me through all this shit for THAT!! Would your course of action be the same for YOUR wife, mother, daughter??? Screw this, I'm not going to be Duke's lab rat. I'm leaving with or without your permission and just try to stop me!! I found a GP who steered me to other doctors. They aren't the 'God's of Duke', they're better.
On October 16th I had a biopsy, on November 4 I was told I was going to be dead in 3 years. I thought, shit, dead woman walking. But, wow at least I get to vote for Obama. Maybe the last time I ever get to vote. His election was special to me in more ways than one. After the election, I threw out most of my clothes, removed all pictures of me and traces of me in our home so my husband could move on after I was out of the picture. Talk about a mind fuck!
I don't know what's ahead - one day at a time and I'd like to have some teeth. I enjoy food, feel great, am kicking ass and taking names.
What the USSC did on 12/12/99, the medical profession did to me on 11/04/07.
In addition to all the great advice and information I thank you all for allowing me to vent my spleen. When asked by friends how I'm doing my husband will tell them, 'oh she's fine, like Elton John's song - 'The Bitch is Back'. :party: :bounce:
Love you guys :grouphug: If I offended anyone please accept my apologies. DU is one of the few places I can let it rip.
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