Today, another round with the breast center at Methodist and the doctors ( I will be naming names) who are so busy covering their asses from litigation that they won't commit to a diagnosis until ALL - necessary or not - diagnostic procedures are exhausted. I ask you, if the films are bad enough for an MRI is that not indication for a bloody biopsy? Then just do it! All I am asking for today is a SECOND OPINION - that apparently requires so far: the technician, the supervisor of the department ( a verrry nice lady, Dalene), and NOW - the bloody Medical Director. In the end I see myself having to physically go over to the hospital and pick up all my records (which they will charge me for by the by - "Are we sending them to another physician for you? That would be free."
"No, they are my records and I want them."
"Then we have to charge you." At the neurologist office for TWO PAGES of notes, it was $25.00 American! Explain that to me!
THen I shall have to trudge about to find another radiologist who will charge me, to read them again! I'm so very tired.
Tomorrow is the Thyroid Biopsy and I tell you straight I'm quite terrified and I have shed more tears these past few days than over the past few years. And I don't like it.
Perhaps you should return in a couple of days. I have an idea for a cheery post and I'm going to write it!