So as I previously said, I was released from the hospital the day before my daughters 5th birthday. The next day arrived, I don't even remember where the party was, but I remember that I was happy and relieved that I was there for her and to spend the day with my family.
The next thing I remember was receiving a phone call from my breast surgeon informing me that it was time that I speak to an oncologist. O yea, he said it, the O word- ONCOLOGIST. The only thing that I knew or thought I knew about oncologists were that they treat cancer patients and they don't get too close to their patients because they die on them. (I also watched that TV show 'HOUSE' and Wilson was an oncologist.) So I didn't know much but I did know that I didn't want one.
Anyways, so he gave me the number to one oncologist and I trusted his judgment, so I proceeded to make an appointment with him. (I will not mention names, although I should- here is why.) I am not sure of the days; however, on the day of my consultation I arrived at his office, which was nice and spacious, complete with magazines, comfy chairs, and I think a fish tank. So the usual nonsense was required: what is your name and birth date, filled out paperwork, supplied license and insurance card, and then they collected my co-pay. Whatever! My husband and I sat there for only a few minutes before we were called in- which was OK by me. This hunch-back man in a white lab coat greeted us at the entrance to his office. (Needless to say I was not impressed.) I do not remember the whole conversation but he wanted to hear my journey thus far and I told him. He then continued to stare at the paperwork for a few more minutes. The silence was broken by his announcement that it was time to do a physical exam. I was like 'WHAT.'
He proceeded to lead us to an exam room (again, not impressed). There was not one picture or flower or anything that resembled hope, healing, or cure from disease or cancer. Anyway, the room had the typical doctor counter with a sink and cabinets that had locks on them as well as this random, ugly brown desk in the corner with a chair- so weird. So this desert mouth (o yea, I forgot to tell you that when he was talking to me, his mouth was so dry that he developed white sh*t on the sides of his mouth- it was GROSS) man took out this folded cloth and said, "Here, this is a poncho. Take off your clothes, everything including your bra. It is okay to keep your panties on. Then put this poncho on." Well, you could imagine how happy I was- NOT!!!!! I flat out told him NO! I was like I absolutely will not do that. My husband was so embarrassed that he asked the doctor to leave the room so he could 'talk' to me. He didn't 'talk' to me; he scolded me and told me that I was embarrassing him and being disrespectful to the doctor. (I honestly didn't care.) So needless to say, I did not listen to myself or my instincts (my gut feeling to run the F out of there) and I proceeded to take my clothes off and put that stupid poncho on. Well desert man came back in and he 'conducted' his physical exam- to be honest I felt like I was getting molested by an old man with my husband watching. From what I remember it was over quickly- I don't think that I have ever gotten dressed so quickly before in my life.
After that, we returned to his office (I don't remember why), but then he told us that he had to review everything and to make another appointment so that he can discuss his findings. BLAH, BLAH, BLAH- I want more money from you is what I heard- LOL! So we were compliant and did just that. It was about a week later, and there we were back in his office, paying the co-pay again. We were called in rather quickly, just like before. So we were lead into his stupid office again. He started talking and then all of a sudden his phone rang. Can you believe this, this a**hole picked it up. Yea he picked up the phone and then proceeded to have a conversation about another patient with us sitting right there. I would have been okay with a short quick conversation BUT NO- he had what seemed like a 10-15 minute conversation about ANOTHER PATIENT!!!! Well I got frustrated, and I walked out (maybe stormed out) to go and use the bathroom. I took my time!!!! When I returned he continued his conversation- like another 5 minutes. I couldn't believe the balls on this guy. Anyway, when his rude ass finally got off the phone, He spent like 10 minutes with us- told me that he wanted to do chemotherapy, radiation, and then hormone therapy. He had no compassion in his voice, no bed side manner, and his f*ing mouth was as dry as the damn Sahara. So yea then Pete and I decided that we needed to think about how we wanted to move forward and that we would call him about what our decision was.
When we got to the car, I told Pete that I never wanted to see that man again in my life. So, I never called him back. However, like a week later, this doctor had the nerve to call my husband to find out what my decision was- this guy seriously made me sick to my stomach!!! But I never saw him or spoke to him again!!!
He proceeded to lead us to an exam room (again, not impressed). There was not one picture or flower or anything that resembled hope, healing, or cure from disease or cancer. Anyway, the room had the typical doctor counter with a sink and cabinets that had locks on them as well as this random, ugly brown desk in the corner with a chair- so weird. So this desert mouth (o yea, I forgot to tell you that when he was talking to me, his mouth was so dry that he developed white sh*t on the sides of his mouth- it was GROSS) man took out this folded cloth and said, "Here, this is a poncho. Take off your clothes, everything including your bra. It is okay to keep your panties on. Then put this poncho on." Well, you could imagine how happy I was- NOT!!!!! I flat out told him NO! I was like I absolutely will not do that. My husband was so embarrassed that he asked the doctor to leave the room so he could 'talk' to me. He didn't 'talk' to me; he scolded me and told me that I was embarrassing him and being disrespectful to the doctor. (I honestly didn't care.) So needless to say, I did not listen to myself or my instincts (my gut feeling to run the F out of there) and I proceeded to take my clothes off and put that stupid poncho on. Well desert man came back in and he 'conducted' his physical exam- to be honest I felt like I was getting molested by an old man with my husband watching. From what I remember it was over quickly- I don't think that I have ever gotten dressed so quickly before in my life.
After that, we returned to his office (I don't remember why), but then he told us that he had to review everything and to make another appointment so that he can discuss his findings. BLAH, BLAH, BLAH- I want more money from you is what I heard- LOL! So we were compliant and did just that. It was about a week later, and there we were back in his office, paying the co-pay again. We were called in rather quickly, just like before. So we were lead into his stupid office again. He started talking and then all of a sudden his phone rang. Can you believe this, this a**hole picked it up. Yea he picked up the phone and then proceeded to have a conversation about another patient with us sitting right there. I would have been okay with a short quick conversation BUT NO- he had what seemed like a 10-15 minute conversation about ANOTHER PATIENT!!!! Well I got frustrated, and I walked out (maybe stormed out) to go and use the bathroom. I took my time!!!! When I returned he continued his conversation- like another 5 minutes. I couldn't believe the balls on this guy. Anyway, when his rude ass finally got off the phone, He spent like 10 minutes with us- told me that he wanted to do chemotherapy, radiation, and then hormone therapy. He had no compassion in his voice, no bed side manner, and his f*ing mouth was as dry as the damn Sahara. So yea then Pete and I decided that we needed to think about how we wanted to move forward and that we would call him about what our decision was.
When we got to the car, I told Pete that I never wanted to see that man again in my life. So, I never called him back. However, like a week later, this doctor had the nerve to call my husband to find out what my decision was- this guy seriously made me sick to my stomach!!! But I never saw him or spoke to him again!!!
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