This is the second week of the second chemo cycle. I would say it was almost uneventful; well, up until last night.
I realized I had way too much medication left in one of the bottles. I realized I hadn’t been taking enough. Part of that is my error; part is on the doctor and pharmacy for how it was written. It was written to where the dosage could be take 4 pills daily. The reality is I was supposed to take 4 pills in the morning and 4 in the evening. Add in, this new idea of putting all the dosages on the same label, only adds to the confusion.
I will get three and a half days of the correct dosage. In addition to the poor writing of the prescription, it the oncologist is to blame for refusing to cover the actual dosage with me. It really goes back to the on-going poor communication.
As I was discharged for the Cancer Center’s care, for lack of communication, I was going on my own these two weeks, with no medical supervision. It’s proven not to be an issue where the medicine is concerned.
Currently, I’m still not having horrible side effects, which would require a medical professional’s intervention. Thank heaven for small miracles. Without having a doctor to consult, my only option would have been to go to the local emergency room.
It’s a sad day when such a serious medical issue is handled so carelessly. Today, I’m officially registered with a new carrier and provider. I meet my new Primary doctor next week. I hope she can get the emergency oncology referral taken care of and I hope I can get my medication next week as well.
I put this as a status (on Facebook) yesterday. I wish more doctors understood this concept.
If more doctors would realize there are patients in tune with their health and we use them as guidance and not God, healthcare could actually be about care and not maintaining someone.
Continued prayers would be appreciated as this battle is so up-in-the-air.