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Originally Posted by Roast Beef
"Cancer absolutely sucks"
You got that right.
"don't believe your doctor"
You got that right.
Warning to everyone. My father had colon cancer 3 years ago. He had a bowel resection and then they claimed he was just fine. Nothing else needed to be done....it was all good.....We all honestly thought everything was all good. It was good. We thought he dodged a bullet.
Yeah right.
He now has stage 4 (terminal) metastatic cancer in his liver and lungs . The doctors who diagnosed this could not understand why he did not have pre-emptive chemotherapy after his bowel resection. Their theory is that if he had further treatment he would not be in the position he is in now. I don't know how this is going to turn out. (that's a lie...I know how this is going to end.)
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I agree with this as well. My dad died of liver cancer 3 years ago. The worst part is, had the doctor paid any attention at all, my dad might have had a chance to live. My dad had gallstones a few years prior. After he got them removed, the doctors did a scan, and noticed a small blemish on my dad's liver. They apparently assumed it was a problem with the imaging. It was barely visible to the naked eye. Nonetheless, we asked multiple times if they were sure there was nothing wrong, and they said not to worry.
Anyway they were dead wrong (literally). It was liver cancer. By the time they realized what it was, it was pretty much too late. It progressed so fast. 6 months after the official diagnosis, he was gone. He was 67 when he died.
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On a similar note, we've had other problems with hospitals as well. My grandma went blind in one eye because during her cataract surgery, the nurse put the wrong drop in her eye. So instead of dilating the eye it permanently blinded her. This was in California btw, where my grandma lived. We had talked about a law suit, but my grandma didn't speak english, and didn't feel she could do anything. She actually got to a point where she would just pretend not to be blind in that eye just so that we would forget about it. These days, it's hard for me to trust medical staff.
Edit: I do have to say this though, the staff at the hospice where my dad spent his final days were exemplary. I don't know how they can do the work they do, but they do forever have my gratitude.