So, my mom has had to go back to the hospital – again. She’s got some mystery infection that is causing problems and they advised my folks to go back to the hospital so that an infectious disease person can evaluate her and run some tests. It seems that even though her white cell count has come back, there’s still some strange bug her immune system still can’t fight, so she’s got this 101 fever that is causing some concern. Plus, she feels like ass. And both have got to stop.
Off to the hospital (again!) and sitting in the ER – always fun on a Sunday. They finally get her into a room some six hours later and get her settled. Because it’s a Sunday, she gets to see the infectious disease person, but her regular oncologist and ENT are unavailable because they are not on call.
In walks the guy covering for her oncologist. We’ll call him Dr. Cocksucker. ‘Cause I’m feeling generous tonight.
Dr. Cocksucker appeared to be a good doctor for the first five minutes of his six minute visit. It wasn’t until the last minute when he let his inordinately ignorant self show.
“Well, you know, they are making great strides with multiple myeloma. Doesn’t really matter where you’re being treated, most folks are living five years these days. But never ten.”
My dad said you could see my mom’s spirit just get crushed. Why on G-d’s green earth would you EVER say something like that to a patient?! Osler is probably rolling over in his grave.
First do no harm, motherfucker. Remember THAT one?
Let us review.
My folks have been traveling back and forth to Little Rock, Arkansas for almost a year now because THOSE folks are getting results in treatment and are committed to a cure. It has been unbearable lonely and difficult for both of them.
My mom is g-ddamned tired of being sick.
My dad is g-ddamned tired of her being sick.
She has been (pay attention now, Doc,) DISEASE FREE since her second chemotherapy round. DISEASE. FREE. That’s SIX MONTHS.
How dare you bring such negative statements into a room of a patient who is being treated at your hospital NOT for myeloma – but for a sinus infection problem.
How dare you undermine all the work the doctors have done AND all the work my parents have done to this day.
How dare you treat a patient no differently than you would a lab rat. What if it was YOUR family member lying there?
My dad doesn’t have the time or energy to address this with the physician, his practice and the hospital. He’s too busy trying to pull my mom out of a lovely depression caused by this guy.
But I do. And I’ll be there tomorrow. 11:30am. Strap in.