I believe this will be the last cancer update for some time.
I met my new oncologist this past Friday. While she seemed genuine and sincere, it was an effort in futility. I had a complete breakdown when she asked why I was there. I clearly stated it was because she was my last option for a doctor; based on what the insurance carrier would permit. She didn’t didn’t take offense; esp. after I explained what I meant.
She wanted to order a PET scan. Awesome…I can’t stay still, flat on my back for 30-minutes. She asked if a particular drug would help relax me. I have no idea as I haven’t had it in almost 30 years. She said she could order a CT scan, but that might be inconclusive and it’s not as complete as a PET scan. I still might need a PET scan after the CT scan. That pretty much sums up the CT scan is not the way to go. Each of these scans would cost me a $350 copay. Let’s not even mention having to add an IV to do them. My veins have been oh-so-cooperative (NOT).
She mentions how I didn’t receive enough chemo. Gotta love my previous doctors (I need a “NOT” button). She went over another option, that wasn’t clearly explained to me by my first oncologist. So there goes adequate informed consent.
Then, she had the “brilliant” idea of telling me I should see a counselor about my grief for 3/5 of my family being dead (mostly due to cancer). How about addressing the issue of NO SUPPORT for cancer patients that are still alive and breathing?! How about offering legitimate financial support. People are struggling to pay their every day bills. Add a 20% copay to all their medications (even if each one caps out at $200), that’s still a huge increase every few weeks. Let’s not mention, the patient probably wouldn’t be working full-time either, so now there’s a loss of income but increase in expenses. The working person falls through healthcare crack which is the size of the Grand Canyon.
We agreed to start off with more bloodwork after I told her I guess there was nothing she could do for me. I asked the nurse who was going to talk to the lab about how I’m a hard stick. She told me I could let them know. Gee….that’s worked really well in the past…again…NOT! They make no offer to warm my veins to see if that would help. They do nothing different than a person who is able to give blood easily. I drink tepid water already (which was her suggestion). First, I’m not new to blood draws. Second, it’s obvious she had no intention of doing anything additional for patient care.
I’m supposed to go back in six months. The nurse really thought she was going to schedule that after my appointment. I think not. IF I were to go back, I would call in. six months is in December. I have my daughter’s birthday to deal with. It would be January at the earliest that I would even consider going back in.
I walked out no further along than I have been these last few months. I am officially done, at least for the immediate future, with doctors, blood draws, scans and anything else related to this effin diagnosis.
My survival is solely in God’s hands. I am changing my diet and will be trying CBD oil for cancer patients. While I will not go gently into that good night, I no longer have any faith in the medical world and their attempts to treat me.
Being the realist that I am, I am now officially putting my affairs in order (just in case). I will be drawing up a living trust and making my husband add his information because he won’t do it on his own. We don’t have may assets, but the few we do have need to go to my youngest (as most of it belongs to her dad).
I ask for continued prayers for my health and for the strength to prepare my daughter for the worst case scenario.