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selenakFirstly, thanks everyone for your good wishes. I didn't want to post until I had definite news, but due to recent developments and my self control slowly going to pieces, I broke this sensible resolution.
Warning: if any of you are in the medical profession, don't take slurs that follow personally. I just need to vent, and I'm really, really on edge.
So: last week, via her annual check-up, my mother found out she had a tumour at her ovary. Whether it was benign or malign couldn't be discovered. However, my aunt, her sister, has cancer and already lost a breast, and her chemotherapy is going nowhere (right now, for example, she can hardly speak), so you can imagine how that news felt like.
Yesterday morning I brought my mother to the hospital our doctor had recommended as the best for these kind of operations (we do have one in Bamberg, it just doesn't have a very good reputation) , in Neumarkt, where she was supposed to be operated today by the surgeon who's the expert, and who had promised to do it. I stayed with her for most of the day. In the evening she was informed that the surgeon in question, henceforth christened That Bastard, would not operate after all (he wanted to go on vacation on the weekend, you see), another doctor would. Then the replacement surgeon, newly informed he'd operate, arrived, had a look at the files and said he wasn't sure whether the genuine operation was necessary at all and whether it hadn't been a wrong diagnosis and maybe it would just be a small scale operation on Friday, followed by a big one if after all the big one should be necessary.
None of us got any sleep last night. And I don't want to imagine what my mother felt like.
This morning, Dad was the one who drove to Neumarkt (it's about an hour away from Bamberg), and he's still there. Mum is back from the operating table, but does anyone of the medical staff tell my father what the results were, whether it's a small scale and over case, or a small scale then big scale case, and whether the bloody tumour is out completely? No. And I can't go to Neumarkt because someone has to mind the bloody telephone.
So now I'm waiting and waiting for news, and devising imaginative ways to kill off That Bastard in fiction, and practising discipline as not to yell at the staff when I do get to Neumarkt. And I keep telling myself it was benign, or maybe Replacement Guy was right and it wasn't what was diagnosed originally, but then why won't anyone tell Dad?
Then I switch between reading books, the 'net for uplifting news, and calling my father yet again.
Warning: if any of you are in the medical profession, don't take slurs that follow personally. I just need to vent, and I'm really, really on edge.
So: last week, via her annual check-up, my mother found out she had a tumour at her ovary. Whether it was benign or malign couldn't be discovered. However, my aunt, her sister, has cancer and already lost a breast, and her chemotherapy is going nowhere (right now, for example, she can hardly speak), so you can imagine how that news felt like.
Yesterday morning I brought my mother to the hospital our doctor had recommended as the best for these kind of operations (we do have one in Bamberg, it just doesn't have a very good reputation) , in Neumarkt, where she was supposed to be operated today by the surgeon who's the expert, and who had promised to do it. I stayed with her for most of the day. In the evening she was informed that the surgeon in question, henceforth christened That Bastard, would not operate after all (he wanted to go on vacation on the weekend, you see), another doctor would. Then the replacement surgeon, newly informed he'd operate, arrived, had a look at the files and said he wasn't sure whether the genuine operation was necessary at all and whether it hadn't been a wrong diagnosis and maybe it would just be a small scale operation on Friday, followed by a big one if after all the big one should be necessary.
None of us got any sleep last night. And I don't want to imagine what my mother felt like.
This morning, Dad was the one who drove to Neumarkt (it's about an hour away from Bamberg), and he's still there. Mum is back from the operating table, but does anyone of the medical staff tell my father what the results were, whether it's a small scale and over case, or a small scale then big scale case, and whether the bloody tumour is out completely? No. And I can't go to Neumarkt because someone has to mind the bloody telephone.
So now I'm waiting and waiting for news, and devising imaginative ways to kill off That Bastard in fiction, and practising discipline as not to yell at the staff when I do get to Neumarkt. And I keep telling myself it was benign, or maybe Replacement Guy was right and it wasn't what was diagnosed originally, but then why won't anyone tell Dad?
Then I switch between reading books, the 'net for uplifting news, and calling my father yet again.
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Date: 2004-08-21 08:56 am (UTC)Just a suggestion *veg*
So glad your news got better!
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