She was anorexic and it fit the symptoms. So should every Doctor now do a Freaking
Biopsy on every damn anorexic female and charge 30k now just for a visit to
cover their ass?
And we wonder why healthcare skyrockets, it's because even some Conservatives are
to damn stupid to accept Fate and expect Doctors to be freaking miracle workers.
Then go out and bitch and moan about it.
Well, you cannot have it both ways, so really, STFU before our costs get bigger because
all of you are pushing a simple doctor visit into a full body Biopsy!
Really, WTF!
Diagnosing stomach cancer in an 18-year old WOULD be ridiculous.
This is socialist elitism at it’s natural outcome. Mommy/daddy dearest government doctor will take care of the village’s children. Don’t worry.
I have Medicaid so I don’t have much choice in what doctors or medical systems I can visit.
In October 2013 I had a trans-vaginal ultra sound done. All my primary doctor told me is I had some “enlargement” and she wanted to get my anemia under control. So she prescribed iron pills and said I shouldn’t have as much problem with them as others I had taken. Well that was wrong and I had to stop after one month - which I told her but she ignored.
In October 2014 my iron level was 13 and my hemoglobin 9.4. So I got sent to get iron infusions for 7 weeks. My iron did go up to 79 by Jan 2015 but in March is was back to 47. My hemoglobin also had a slight rise and then fell again.
When I went to the appointment in Jan 2015 I decided I needed to go ahead and get it looked into by a gyno. So I went up to the office to see if they had any openings for medicaid. I had to cancel that first appointment in Feb and made one for Friday March 13th. She sent me for an ultrasound that I had done at the end of March. In April I had to go for an endo biopsy and she did a pap also. Damn they both hurt like hell.
I had an appointment on Monday with another doctor and had gotten the robo call on Saturday to confirm but on Sunday after noon I got a real person confirming. I knew then something was wrong. So when I got there on Monday I was told I needed to go upstairs. I was told I had complex hyperplasia with atypia. Which is not good and told if I didn’t already have cancer I probably would.
So she sent me to a doctor that specialized in cancer to do the surgery. That was the end of April and had my surgery on May 8th. My final diagnosis was Stage 1A grade 1 endometrial cancer. Had a total hysterectomy, 40 lymph nodes taken, gall bladder and stones, and a layer of fat called the omentum where cancer cells like to hide out. Surgical menopause is a horrible thing. Lucked out and have to go get checked every 6 months for the next 5 years. Still worried about colon, liver and skin cancer because of family history and since I did have this cancer that also slightly increases chance of some others.
Just makes me wonder what might have been different if my primary doctor had looked further into that “enlargement” and not just brushed it off. Of course she has also told me I just like to get diagnosed and that she was going to farm me out to other doctors because I seemed to listen to them more that I did her. Actually it is more a case of they listen to ME. I don’t think I will go back to her other than try to get all of my records.
I knew something was wrong but my primary doctor didn’t really listen to me. I am just glad I decided that day to go upstairs.
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One of my favorite tv show episodes that I watched as a kid that really made an impact on me was a Designing Women where Charlene had a lump in her breast and her doctor told her to let him worry about it. Julia confronted him and told him he could do the worrying but he didn’t have to do the dying.
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I would hunt that doctor down and beat him to death with my bare hands.
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