It's just like my wife's cardiologist said to me,
"I'm damn surprised she will even still speak to me."
We wont even start on her oncologist (#2) at "Cancer Inc."
Oncologist #1 was too busy finishing her graduate degree in business management to be concerned.
Now they cannot (will not) treat or operate (again) as surviving the procedures is pretty much out of the question.
Heart transplant??? LOL! "Oh, right. We told you that you were elegible ,but we forgot you had melanoma. Our mistake! Sorry!!"
So once a week we drive to town. I push her in her wheelchair to
Have bloodwork for her INR count.
Hope the fentanol patches continue to work for pain.
After 20 years of watching her become the poster child for pharmaceutical companies and now shuffle around with a one handed Walker (left side paralyzed) as a cyborg with a 6" tungsten pump inside her, I've learned to keep my happy azz away from hospitals.
You're a good man Bob.
