Last Week was Hell

Luckily, this doctor is not one I'm likely to run into again. He was just one of the surgeons at the hospital where I was taken. We had another negative experience at the same hospital when I'd had the blood clot and was being recusitated (sp?) and he suggested to my husband and daughter that they not coninue to recusitate me because the brain damage was going to be too severe. He said I probably wouldm't know them, I'd be living in a home, I'd be barely aware at best. He based this on stats and whate he'd seen previously. Okay, but we're all individuals. He thought it was best if they let me die. My family refused his suggestion and here I am now. I guess it's normal for a doctor to get jaded and negative but give us a chance! 

My onc will probably be quite horrified when I tell her what happened.

Jan

beaumontdave said:

Yeah that's a rough week

Yeah that's a rough week alright Jan, you deserve better treatment than your getting, no question. It made me think of the doctor who handed me the pathology report a couple days after the first surgery. At that point I still didn't know much about cancer except if it got loose, it was bad news. So he's smiling, hands me papers and says "2 of 17 nodes were positive" My heart sank to the floor, he just kept smiling and said "I've seen worse", then walked off. I'm sure he thought he was projecting optimistic confidence, but because he didn't take the time to qualify things or give me any context, I spent the next days thinking I was screwed. That's an awful feeling and I'm sorry you had to deal with it like that. A hospital room can sure be a lonely place, even with, or especially with a neighbor whining about trivial stuff. I'm glad your home, keep drinking those fluids and get your strength back..........................Dave

Thanks Dave! I picked up the anti-nausea Rx I was given when I first started on the Xeloda but hadn't needed. I'm finally feeling failry normal today. 

The funny thing about the neighbour who was whining is that she'd had her tummy tuck almost a week before. And after she'd been whimpering to the nurses when her mother came to visit- walking through the door asking how her 'precious' was feeling- she perked right up. 

Yeah, these guys sometimes need a reminder of how to be human again. Empathy can be faked. They can get jaded and bitter and twisted but they can still fake being kind.

Jan