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.
Brian! I ain't any different than anybody else! My point is this. I'd much rather continue chasing wild hogs, hunting elk, smoke my pipe, drink my beer and whiskey, eat elk steaks chicken fried in pure lard and vapor lock out in the pasture doing what I like at 63 or
65 then laying in a bed crapping myself and not knowing what day of the week it is at 75 or 80!
I'm doing the same damn stuff lots of other folks have had to do! Hell we all know the risks! Life's one big damn risk! But after watching what my mom, dad, aunts, uncles, MY WIFE, go thru or have gone thru, screw it! Grab what you can!!!
My health insurance ain't gonna pay for some docs next safari to Africa unless I'm going with em!!
