When did medical people lose their compassion?
And when did "patients" become clients/customers/provider recipients?
Is it just me or is it them?
Recently, my husband has been misdiagnosed and no one will take the blame...?
A nurse practitioner told him he needed a test within a certain time frame but let him negotiate that time frame out when she already knew he should have had the test yesterday!
But she would not say a thing about her knowledge, what's that???
An internist we were going to told us my husband's bloodwork was perfect no problems but when he received a copy off of the Internet just recently, it was not!
The bloodwork was from September of 2022 and already showed the cancer was there!
We had stopped going to him because of a totally different reason at the time, disagreement with his office personnel! So we parted company at the same time as the bloodwork report, and we were told that was fine!
The nurse mentioned above is at the new doctor's office... you see what I mean.
She would not tell my husband why he should have the test only that he should within a time period of three months???
Why???
A secret???
To no one than us!
Due to hemorrhaging on June 30th, 2023, Hubby was admitted to the hospital.
The next morning he had surgery to stop the bleeding and a biopsy of the tumor that he was told caused it.
That same day the pathologist read it back as stage four cancer of the bladder, while in the hospital in the middle of the night, a nurse came in with a needle telling Hubby she had his insulin. Hubby pulled out his IV and told the woman that HE IS NOT A DIABETIC!!! If he had been sleeping at the time he would have been dead, since he read that about receiving insulin when not needing it...
They ordered other tests but he just wanted to come home, and so on the second of July, he did!
He was to have another CT of his chest and it did verify he might have lung cancer that eventually was verified with that PET scan I mentioned.
His lung was radiated for five days and we are very happy to say that is no longer cancer!
He was scheduled for a PET scan, which he had to see if it spread.
The bladder and lung cancers were different types so they were not a symptom of a spread. Hubby had been going to the Florida Cancer Center right here and the brilliant oncologist doctor there said that is not usual. He sent all the tests and biopsies including the lung one Hubby had as well as results to Rogel Cancer Center | University of Michigan | The test came back as no bladder cancer only the prostate cancer that had been seen in the bloodwork in September of 2022, but we were never told about! The internist said, "Everything is perfect just an enlarged prostate!"
And the lung cancer had nothing to do with BLADDER CANCER!
The most horrendous part of all this is if the first doctor who lied about the results if he had told the truth Hubby would be cured by now, instead of never being cured and having a much shorter life span!
The disagreement about his office manager was a HIPPA issue where a person who answered the phones had access to our personal medical info? I still believe he should have at least discussed it with his employee not get rid of two patients! And that stubbornness is responsible for my husband's bad outcome with a mostly curable disease!!! FOR SHAME!!!! Where is, first do no harm??? He should have his license revoked!!!
Since then with the hospital pathologist mistakes and a gun-ho urology doctor who told Hubby that he had stage four bladder cancer and made arrangements for Hubby to go up to Moffit (CANCER) Hospital in Tampa to see a doctor about getting his BLADDER REMOVED!!!
Thankfully, Hubby was stubborn about that! Moffit would have caught it, I would hope, using their own testing systems. Unnecessary surgery otherwise would have been done, and he would be peeing through tubes.
Hubby stood up for himself but was told by the hospital staff he was rude and not cooperative! He refused his medication, yeah "insulin" that he was not required to have due to NOT BEING A DIABETIC!!! And not wanting the tests there due to just wanting to get out of there! They also never came when he pushed the call button for his urine bag overflowing to be dumped, so he had to take the bag and IV into the bathroom, after trying for quite some time for help... yeah he was angry! And perhaps a smidge uncooperative, wouldn't you be?
Hubby's prostate cancer has metastasized into its lymph nodes, so no longer able to be removed.
I am wondering why we have not to this day seen a bill from the hospital, Hubby has the 80/20 insurance split...interesting that it happened nearly six months ago? Nor a bill from the doctors who made all those mistakes... I will leave it at that.
Let me introduce you to the crew...
I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name... ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never found out the girl's name; mom liked Aussie too. Since then, we have discovered that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even say unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me: I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! I am a standard Australian Shepherd! Although I am now five years old, I am the baby, though I am the largest of the fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right, ha!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken- out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.
I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog it had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18 on clear out the shelters day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am eight years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes!
I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays, too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020.
I had been wandering the neighborhood for days, and then I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there...
The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!
The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.
Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!
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