Brenda5
10 years agoMember
I lost it. CT scan, axillary clearance
Well I lost it. After all the stress I couldn't hold it back any more and the tears started coming.
Getting ahead of myself though. Further to the appointment letter in my mail box on Friday I turned up for the appointment to see my specialist today, I thought for some answers to my questions I didn't ask last Tuesday when they gave me the shock news I had cancer in the sentinel node and needed a axillary clearance operation booked for the 7th of Dec or some answers to the chest and abdomen CT scan results from last Friday which gave my hands and feet an allergic reaction and I have been scratching day and night of blisters.
I scanned the Medicare card and it said see the receptionist at the front counter. Great, the machines on the fritz again I thought so lined up for the counter. The receptionist told me I had rang up and cancelled the appointment at 2pm Thursday afternoon. I told her this was impossible as I only learned of the appointment by letter on Friday. This seemed to upset her a lot and she got kind of aggressive, then said it must be for pre-op. I said I had pre-op last Tuesday and anyway my letter clearly stated my surgeons name on it. She made us wait at pre-op anyway and spoke to the nurse and dumped us there.
The nurse in pre-op who must have clearly had half a brain went in behind the reception counter and spoke with another nurse who also had half a brain and she called us in and said obviously we've had a glitch in the computer system and we will fit you in to see a doctor in half an hour. As I waited the tears of frustration threatened but I held it together.
Eventually we were called in by a basic Dr lady who had assisted in removing my drain last week. She has doctor on her name tag but I think they have various levels of doctor and this one must be newly qualified. She took us right past my surgeon who was standing there but he didn't even acknowledge who we even were and turned his back to some paperwork he was doing. Again he made me feel like I was the naughty child. I mean he could have smiled and said how are you going? Sorry for the mix up but you are in good hands with the lovely lady doctor but nope, we got nothing as we walked past.
In the lady doctors office she explained there was really no need of this appointment as I had my op date for next Monday but what was my trouble?
Ok that's when I lost it. The tears just started and I couldn't stop them this time.
I said neither my husband or I had hear more than one word in three from the surgeon last week standing over us telling me I still had cancer and needed a further op. Then the nurse had removed a foot of awful drain from my chest and we were bundled off in shock to pre-op signing.
The lady doctor tried to defend herself by saying but I asked you last week if you had any questions. I said yeah if I had been let out in to the car park for 5mins for a scream and a cry and punch a few bushes I might have come back and had some questions. Now I do have some, I wrote them down.
I took out my breast journal book and asked my questions which she answered quite well for me. Finally, some intelligent two way conversation. I was relieved but worn out.
Cried some more on the car trip home, apologising to poor hubby several times but I just couldn't stop. Bad idea crying, now I have a monster headache and the Panadols aren't touching it.
PS- The CT scan showed nothing more than the last one did 18 days ago. Did the doctor even note I had already had one?
Getting ahead of myself though. Further to the appointment letter in my mail box on Friday I turned up for the appointment to see my specialist today, I thought for some answers to my questions I didn't ask last Tuesday when they gave me the shock news I had cancer in the sentinel node and needed a axillary clearance operation booked for the 7th of Dec or some answers to the chest and abdomen CT scan results from last Friday which gave my hands and feet an allergic reaction and I have been scratching day and night of blisters.
I scanned the Medicare card and it said see the receptionist at the front counter. Great, the machines on the fritz again I thought so lined up for the counter. The receptionist told me I had rang up and cancelled the appointment at 2pm Thursday afternoon. I told her this was impossible as I only learned of the appointment by letter on Friday. This seemed to upset her a lot and she got kind of aggressive, then said it must be for pre-op. I said I had pre-op last Tuesday and anyway my letter clearly stated my surgeons name on it. She made us wait at pre-op anyway and spoke to the nurse and dumped us there.
The nurse in pre-op who must have clearly had half a brain went in behind the reception counter and spoke with another nurse who also had half a brain and she called us in and said obviously we've had a glitch in the computer system and we will fit you in to see a doctor in half an hour. As I waited the tears of frustration threatened but I held it together.
Eventually we were called in by a basic Dr lady who had assisted in removing my drain last week. She has doctor on her name tag but I think they have various levels of doctor and this one must be newly qualified. She took us right past my surgeon who was standing there but he didn't even acknowledge who we even were and turned his back to some paperwork he was doing. Again he made me feel like I was the naughty child. I mean he could have smiled and said how are you going? Sorry for the mix up but you are in good hands with the lovely lady doctor but nope, we got nothing as we walked past.
In the lady doctors office she explained there was really no need of this appointment as I had my op date for next Monday but what was my trouble?
Ok that's when I lost it. The tears just started and I couldn't stop them this time.
I said neither my husband or I had hear more than one word in three from the surgeon last week standing over us telling me I still had cancer and needed a further op. Then the nurse had removed a foot of awful drain from my chest and we were bundled off in shock to pre-op signing.
The lady doctor tried to defend herself by saying but I asked you last week if you had any questions. I said yeah if I had been let out in to the car park for 5mins for a scream and a cry and punch a few bushes I might have come back and had some questions. Now I do have some, I wrote them down.
I took out my breast journal book and asked my questions which she answered quite well for me. Finally, some intelligent two way conversation. I was relieved but worn out.
Cried some more on the car trip home, apologising to poor hubby several times but I just couldn't stop. Bad idea crying, now I have a monster headache and the Panadols aren't touching it.
PS- The CT scan showed nothing more than the last one did 18 days ago. Did the doctor even note I had already had one?