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Okay, I said my surgery, scheduled for the 9th, was delayed due to my high blood pressure. Fair enough.
I called the hospital to make some pre-arrangements (like make sure insurance was in place and just administrative things like that) and they told me it was on the 25th (a Wednesday). Fair enough, too, and I had an appointment with the same doctor for a few previous to make sure my B/P was in better shape, and it was. Not totally ideal, but workable, and not sky-high like it was when I had run out of the meds.
The surgeon was worried about my leg pain (which actually started this whole "investigation" that led to the diagnosis), worrying about a spinal cord problem. The doctor (I was told he was to be a neurologist, but wasn't), evaluated me for it, decided it wasn't a problem, but as I said put things on hold because of the B/P.
SO, ANYWAY, the 25th rolls around (last Wednesday), or actually the 24th (Tuesday) and the hospital won't tell you anything about your schedule time because they don't finalize it until the afternoon before, and then they call around between 3 and 6 in the evening. That's okay, except I live a good 90 minutes away, and if it was going to be bright and early, as surgeons seem to like, I'd probably want to drive up the night before, and I'd like more advance notice than just an hour or so. But, no, I had to wait until 3. As it turns out, we went out for the afternoon, so it was 4:30 when I finally called them.
Guess what? I'm NOT on the frickin' schedule! They cancelled the original surgery, and the nurse mis-read my original surgical follow-up date as the new actual surgery date. So, they had never scheduled me.
Not amused, since a variety of people here are coordinating their work schedules and what not to support my going there, providing child care, and everything, and we find out the night before we not even on the schedule? So we call the surgeon, who calls back (my wife spoke to him, I had run out for a quick errand) and he said he wasn't worried about the blood pressure, but he was worried about the leg pain (which I thought we had settled, and since this is what frickin' started it all, he should have known).
Now I'm sure he's a good surgeon (I'm told he's excellent) but from the administrative side, something's fallen through the cracks. What is going on is that no one is taking ownership of this case. I've had some people suggest the surgeon should be taking ownership, others suggest the medical oncologist should, and I've been told to just "sit back and everything will fall into place and they'll all coordinate" but I know from business that if no one has actual ownership, you're lucky if anything gets coordinated.
It's appearing that I have to be my own advocate, and I. Shouldn't. Have. To.
I have a pre-med background before I changed careers, but even I don't really know how things are supposed to flow here, and the average bear with no background certainly wouldn't, and I don't think it's my place to have to coordinate this crap. There should be a care coordinator at some level that puts the pieces together.
So, anyway, new date is now MARCH 19. It's not really worth it to switch hospitals, but we have talked to them, but they will want their own set of records, want to do their own exams, and if, perchance, I got in earlier, it won't be radically earlier. It's going to be a couple of weeks, no matter what.
I am not amused, but as I talk to others, I find this is more common that I'd like to think, which I find scary. And this is a top-end hospital, internationally known, not some dinky little place no one has heard of. There's really no excuse for this.
So once again, we're all re-jiggering our schedules, but this one is not a health-related problem, this is simply a "no one's paying attention" problem, but it's been over two months since chemo ended, and it was stage III, and at some point this thing's going to reactivate and start spreading. And I swear, if it metastasizes, and I die from it, I want my family to sue there ass. Some one is dropping the ball big time, but it's not like I have a frickin' cavity or something - the clock is ticking - we have some wiggle room, but it's not forever.
Sorry, I'm just incredibly frustrated by this whole process.
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