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Cancer Journey: Part 3

Published November 20, 2017 by lynn k scott

The second cycle, of six, started today.  One cycle down?  Not really…and here’s why…

The doctor’s office never discussed the actual dosage that would be mailed to me.  Seeing as these are chemo pills, you can only get them from a specialty pharmacy, via couriered delivery.  The last pharmacy only sent one of two bottles; and the lower dosage of the two.

Then, I find out, my doctor’s office failed to verify which specialty pharmacy the insurance used.  This makes a difference because using the incorrect pharmacy could make the patient fully responsible for paying for otherwise covered medication.  Finally, the correct specialty pharmacy was able to send all the correct medication.

Moving on…I get my blood draw and then see the doctor the next day (like I’m supposed to).  The nurse walks up to me with someone else.  The first person continues on and I see someone standing near me, but not saying anything.  I am playing a game on my phone, passing the time until I am called.  Several minutes pass and she said, “whenever you are ready”.  Wow!  This office really has communication issues.  That being said, my patience for dealing with them was ‘running on fumes’.

I had convinced myself to just get through the appointment.  I could do it!

The office and its occupants had other ideas.  The nurse directed me into a room, never took vitals, told me to take a seat and the doctor came in.  They wanted to “talk”.  The conversation that took place was an already decided upon course of action under the guise of a mutually beneficial conversation.  You know, like when you’re boyfriend or girlfriend says they want to talk and then tells you it might be best if you both saw other people.  Wait!  Did you get the license plate of the bus that just ran over me?  Starting to get the picture of how this office operates?

Basically, I was supposed to sign a document regarding my treatment and they were going to continue letting me receive treatment.  Hmmm…..I already pay insurance premiums for that “right”.  I signed their document and added, “signed under duress”. This didn’t sit well with them.  My stating I was forced to sign their document, which is a prime example of duress, gave them just another reason to say they weren’t going to treat me.

I knew vitals are required after every cycle.  They made no attempt to take them.  They knew I had my next dose of medication.  They knew I mentioned working on getting into a another practice instead of dealing with them.  I don’t trust doctors to begin with and this office was a cancer to my treatment.  Yea….it was that detrimental.

Am I a difficult patient?  Yup!  Do I deserve to have the doctors and their staff treat me with professionalism?  Yup!  Do I deserve to receive clear communication so I can give informed consent for my treatment.  ABSOLUTELY!!!!

However, there is no law from preventing medical doctors from withholding treatment from a patient; even with a potential life-threatening disease.  They don’t need permission, a hearing to remove the patient, or even assist in transferring them to another provider.

What if there isn’t another provider in the area?  Oh well, that’s the patient’s issue; not theirs.  When a practice discharges a patient, as they just had, they won’t take your calls and tell you to go to the Emergency Room if any issues arise.

After all of that, perhaps it was a blessing.  Don’t get me wrong.  I uttered several choice words, shed a few tears, said some prayers and moved on.  I’m getting set-up with a new  provider, within a new network.  I’ve had some friends (online and at church) offer support.

I’ve already got an appointment with a new primary physician, so I can get an emergency oncology referral.  Hoping she can order the necessary blood work, get the next dose of chemo ordered and I can follow-up with my new oncologist.

The situation is less than ideal.  I was on the fence about switching to another carrier/provider.  Perhaps being kicked out of a less-than-healthy medical practice was what was needed.  The group I am switching to has a very good reputation for their oncology department.  Who knows….maybe they will even offer some cancer support groups that weren’t available with my other provider.

Treatment has its ups and downs.  This past week has been such an emotional roller coaster.  I’m looking forward to moving on and getting better.

 

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Getting Out The Door

Published January 8, 2016 by lynn k scott

Reblogged from:  My Journey

My reason for sharing this is because I can definitely relate to this!  At one point I was training for a half-marathon.  There is no drug better than a runner’s high.  If you don’t agree, then you simply haven’t experienced one (imo).

Either way, there are some great tips to get into or back into running.  For me, running with someone is out of the question.  I’m a solo runner and someone being near me throws off my concentration.  I like the other accountability options though.

Mini Revlation

Published April 17, 2015 by lynn k scott

Last night, I was browsing a local community group for my area on Facebook.  Having been an admin of several groups in the past, no matter how large a group gets, there is always a handful of people who dominate the conversations, posts and threads.

Tangents are a part of the online community.  One person posts something, then another person comments but adds to the original post and the thread turns into a small snowball, rolling down the side of a snowy mountain, until it has morphed into a runaway boulder that will crash into whatever is in its path at the base of that mountain.

This next portion will probably offend some.  I’d apologize, but it would be fictitious because I absolutely believe this.  You don’t have to agree or even like it, but it’s my perspective, my blog and there’s an unfollow option that you are free to utilize at any time.

One member posed a question, “how much are those strawberries that are for sale on the side of the road”.  She gave the location and BOOM it was on!  One guy commented that it was illegal and the police can cite the seller and buyer. Apparently, the one pointing out the truth of the situation, is a frequent participating member on multiple posts.

Many other members of this group rallied to the “illegals” defense because they are only trying to make money.  They were telling him to “shut up” and stop being a “hater”.  That’s interesting especially since the Admin had recently reposted about being respectful and no name calling.  Guess this fell on blind eyes (instead of deaf ears).  In fact, the Admin commented in the thread about the reposted rules and then gave them just “one more chance”.  Yeah, because they know they can and will get away with this behavior.

Then the fruit-selling supporters reached to equate selling fruit was ok because they weren’t selling drugs to kids.  Umm…apples to oranges people…let’s stay on track, please.

The woman who was posting rude comments was the first to claim she did nothing wrong.  Clearly they are blissfully unaware (or ignorant; not sure really) and cannot understand how “shut up” is rude and calling someone a “hater” is, in fact, name-calling. Do I think the other person was offended?  Probably not.  However, it’s the fact the pack-like mentality exists online in in real life. Gang up and take down the person/persons who dare to offer a contrary opinion.  Several people with Spanish names (not a judgement – just an observation), kept insisting those selling the fruits weren’t doing anything wrong.

I thought I’d throw my two-cents in for fun.  I reiterated, just because they may not like what a particular person has to say, doesn’t make what that person says any less true.  Illegals do sell fruit on the side of the road and street corners.  Buying from them is illegal.  The objective word is “illegal”.  Meaning not allowed to legally be here in the United States (but that’s an entirely different post).  Street vendors over-charge compared to what legitimate businesses charge; by a good margin too.  I stated what a good group it was, but respect for one another was severely lacking.

Several people liked my comments.  One supporter of the illegals offered to bake me cupcakes since I contributed.  I wanted to respond unpleasantly.  I chose to nicely decline her facetious response saying I’m an accomplished baker in my own right. Two can play that game.

It dawned on me why bullying is running rampant in our schools.  The kids have these people as parents.  They are oblivious to their poor behavior, lack of manners and pack-attack mentality.  These are people in my community who think they are doing nothing wrong because they are typing on a keyboard.  Their children aren’t punished for mimicking their behavior, even when it turns into real life altercations, because they find it acceptable and justifiable.

Last night, I remembered why I had terminated my Facebook account.  For nonsense like this.  People lack respect.  I often find they are of a younger generation, not always, but often.  I find myself questioning the kind of world my daughter will be forced to live in as she is not being brought up this way.  She is held accountable for what she says and does..  She has manners.  She considers others’ feelings.

I implore you, think about how you present yourself online and in person.  Something surely needs to change.  I personally am seeking out a group where behavior like that isn’t tolerated.  Wish me luck.

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