CT Not For Me, Easter Bunnies, and Michael’s Spring Time in Paris Contest


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funny-animals-318Decided not to go to my CT Scan on Monday morning to drink radioactive crap and get an additional 2 years worth of radiation in my body. The lady on the phone asked me why I was cancelling. I told her that I wasn’t mentally prepared for it. That my doctors have been wrong too many times and I’m still reeling from last weeks news that I was going to become a quadriplegic when in reality, I wasn’t. I was not prepared to do the scan on Monday because I didn’t want to hear any results. Period.  (Besides I have to go to church to sing that night and that stuff gives me diarrhea).


IMG_9998IMG_9996She told me I should really discuss canceling this scan with my doctor and that she would hold onto my appointment until I called him. I told her don’t bother because I wasn’t going to call him or change my mind. And even if I did the scan and they did found more cancer in me, I wouldn’t change my mind about what treatment plan I was doing anyway, so why bother? So too bad, I wasn’t coming in on Monday.  I don’t think very many people disregard scans and orders from their doctors, but honestly folks, I have had quite enough and could use a break from all this.  That gave her something to think about.  I wonder if she ratted me out and phoned my oncologist.

 

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This week I was busy making bunny rabbits with one of our grade 2/3 classes as you can see.

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I’ve also been coaching a grade 5 co-ed volleyball team. It consisted of four girls from my previous team and some new boys. I was a little worried that they wouldn’t perform very well because none of the boys (except Frack) ever played volleyball before and they didn’t know what they were doing. I went in there thinking we might get creamed, but instead we did the creaming! Played six games against three different schools and won them all.

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We are currently in first place and play in another tournament in late April when hopefully we will bring home a pennant! The kids were so nervous and so happy that they won.  They are so eager to play and improve their skills that they happily come in to practice at 7:30 in the morning.  So cute.

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IMG_0069Michaels Paris ContestToday we went to the St. Lawrence market to pick up some food. Bobo bought me a really cool umbrella to help me with my photo contest entry (Michaels Win A Trip to Paris).  This was my first photo for the contest ( left hand side).  I used the umbrella to get some more colour in my picture.  Better yet, the next time I need to teach a class about the colour wheel, out comes my beautiful umbrella!

Here is my final photo submission and essay.

I sent it in this afternoon and then later realized I made a mistake in it.

Can you find it?

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Michaels Paris Contest Photo Entry

What could be more magical than a trip to Paris in the spring-time?

How wonderful it would be to have champagne at the top of the Eiffel Tower, discover gargoyles on the towers of Notre Dame Cathedral, and enjoy a dinner boat cruise on the Seine River after watching a cabaret at the Moulin Rouge? Il serait magnifique! Not to mention going on a VIP Tour of the Louvre to see some of the world’s most famous art masterpieces. Sketching lessons of Parisian monuments, creating beautiful floral arrangements and a participating in a French Cooking Class….that would be FABULOUS! What an extraordinary experience that would be which I would love to share with my daughter! It would be so much fun and an unbelievable trip of a life-time!

For me, another magnificent part about winning a trip to Paris in the spring would be to get the chance to paint in Monet’s garden when the tulips, iris’s, wisteria, and cherry blossoms will be in full bloom . . . a dream come true. Vive la France!

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The contest closes on Tuesday.

I WonI’ll be posting this cat on my blog next week if I win (or you will soon be seeing a posting of me and Frick at the Eiffel Tower because I will be on the next flight outta here!)

 

 

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The Results

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T’was a good day.

Speaking of cats, I’m certainly feeling like I have nine lives.

Went for my dreaded 9:30 appt fearing the worst. Took Bobo with me…he brings me good luck. No doctor ever says anything bad when he is around. He is also my comic relief. When the nurse asked me for my red hospital card, he asked her if I gets points for it. She started laughing and then he told her if you rack up enough points, you get a tongue depressor!  He should have be a comedian.

Let Go what you Cant ChangeWhen I saw the radiation guy, he said everything was okay. I gave him the stunned disbelief look. “Whaaat?”, I said. How could this be? I got a whole bunch of things getting bigger in my spine and everything is okay?” I’ve got the report right here…I have another team of doctors who just told me that I needed to call my surgeon because my neck needed to be stabilized before you zapped me again.

“Who told you that?” he asked. My health plan has this thing where they phone you every week to see how you are doing and they always get me my reports before I see my doctors and tell me what’s going on. “Well, they are wrong”, he said. “I just looked at your MRI and everything is within the normal parameters”.  You are a complex case and don’t listen to them. (This is coming from they guy who told me that I had cancer in my neck (C5) last June and when I came for my simulation appointment, discovered the technician was wrong and it wasn’t anything.  So really folks. Just who am I suppose to believe now?)

My husbands sitting next to me, with his “I told you” cheshire grin on his face.  He told me all week-end that they were all whacked.

Meanwhile, I was seriously intent on booking a trip next week to Europe to see all the stuff I had on my bucket list before I became a quadriplegic. I was going to go to Pompei, Rome, Milan, Venice, with a side trip to Germany to pick up my intravenous bags of Curcumin, then I was going to take my daughter to see the Eiffel Tower (her dream), and then take the bullet train to London to see a more palaces and other great places. I figured I’d better do everything I wanted to do while I was still walking!  I was going to do the Queen Latifah thing….cash out whatever money I could find (RRSP, who needs that?) and LIVE IT UP! If you haven’t seen her movie, called “Last Holiday”, it is funny and a must see. (You can download it on your computer for free on YouTube).

Still in a bit of shock. But very happy. And eternally grateful that the good Lord spared me once again.

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My radiation guy asked me what my oncologist wanted to do for me re: treatment.  I told him he wanted to put me on the foot burning chemo (Xeloda/capecitabine) and I wasn’t going for it.  I couldn’t walk every other week because my feet were burning and peeling.  “Don’t they have anything else for you?” he asked. “Yeah, the intravenous I.V. ones where all your hair falls out”.  He just smiled at me.  He must think I’m nuts.  I told him I was sticking to the treatment from Germany as long as I possible could because most of the people I know that were in the same boat as me and stayed on conventional treatment were dead.  One just died 2 weeks ago.  He said, “Some of them were my patients, weren’t they?”  I just looked at him and didn’t say anything.  Then he told me that some of his patients were going to Germany for some kind of hyperthermia thing.  I told him that wasn’t what I was doing.  Didn’t want to get into another conversation with a doctor about piggy stem cells to be told it was quackery once again, so I did not elaborate.

5c16a19e1905a67d8568e99170fa42a87896cefbd0a3e17496212592ad6e1a8fe913fc3cfdf4586867e9cf2517ad4942However, I’m thinking the next time a doctor asks me what kind of treatment they are doing for me over in Germany, I am seriously going to tell them that I’m getting stem cells from a unicorn.  It sounds better.

 

 

P.S.  My new shipment has arrived from Germany.  More needles.  One shot in the butt every morning, two at night, and drops/tinctures three times a day.  My husband enjoys it more than me.

Missile Launching: Reblog

Crazy StoriesI decided to reblog my “fondest” memory of my spinal operation back in 2012 for my newest blog readers…. so you can have a clear idea about why I am so overjoyed at the thought of going back to the hospital and having screws put in my neck.  For other blogs of my experiences at one of Toronto’s finest hospitals, please feel free to read some of my previous posts from January 2012.

 

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Jan 27, 2012

Missile Launching

I made it to the window of my private room. I must say, I had a really excellent view of……. A Funeral Home.

942576_326426744150452_1162113761_nThe nurse told me that today, I had to have a poo.

“Well, I don’t feel like having a poo”, I told her.

“Too bad”, she answered. Have you ever had a suppository before?

No.

Well, that will make you go.

This was the first time that I was told I was going to get a missile shoved up my rear. I wasn’t happy about it, but my stomach was beginning to hurt more than my back. “ Fine”, I said. “Fire away.”

Well, you know that this is a teaching hospital, don’t you.

“Great”, I thought, “I am going to have a missile shoved up my butt by someone who doesn’t know what they are doing. Nice. Needless to say, the blonde failed to launch the missile and the pro had to come and do it.

Then it was time for my sister to leave, as my husband had just arrived. That was bad, very bad. She tried to leave instructions on how to get me to the toilet, but Bobo, who knows everything, just said, “Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry about it.”

The nurse returned and helped me to the toilet. I had a mild explosion. It really stunk. Thinking that was it, I went back to bed. Unbeknownst to me, that was just the beginning. The nurse left.

Hurry. Hurry! I screamed at Bobo a few minutes later.

I HAVE TO GO NOW!!!! Right NOW!!!

Pain or no pain, I knew I was about to blow. I quickly rolled to the side and jumped on the commode (a silly little seat/wheelchair with a hole in it so you can roll the patient to a toilet to do their business there). Anyhow, I’m in the seat and ready to go. I think we are going to make it. Bobo turns the wheelchair, but we are not moving.

Bobo! I NEED TO GO NOW! NOW!

“I can’t”, he says calmly, “the catheter bag is stuck in the bed”. WHAT!!!! NOW!! I gotta go now.

Stupid ppl“So what would you like me to do about it?” he answers matter-of-factly.

I tried. I really tried to hold it, but the missile was too much.

I exploded, right there on the floor. And then there was another explosion and another and another. And the smell. It was heavenly, let me tell you. There Bobo. I made a present just for you. That’s for not getting me to the bathroom on time.

At this point, I called him everything under the sun and more.

“Useless twit, why didn’t you stay at work today?”, I yelled at him. “And what do you want me to do about it, it’s stuck?”, he responds. “All I wanted was to get to the toilet!” I yelled. Now I have to smell my own crap! And who knows how long it will be before one of the stupid nurses get here. And you would think that nothing else could possible make the situation any worse. But you would be wrong because my brilliant husband then grabs the handles of the commode and DESPITE the fact that the catheter is still stuck between the bed rails, he forcefully pushes the commode to the bathroom. “What the h**?”, I’m thinking. My business is done. There is a big shit on the floor. Why move me now? BING! The catheter drain/bag detaches itself and there is now pee all over the floor too.

“Great”, I said. Bobo moved me to the toilet.

But by then I was really pissed off. So I’m screaming from the toilet, “Just somebody get me a freaking gun so I can shoot myself”.

I then see the nurse outside the door. I think the F word came out of my mouth a couple of times too.

“Oh”, she said.

“You’re a little late,” I yelled.

job“I’ll get someone from house-keeping to take care of this”, she answered.

Bloody hell!

Bobo came back into the bathroom. “I’m bleeding”, I told him. “Where?” he asks. My leg is warm. He moves the gown.

Oh Great!

A part of the catheter is still in me and now it was leaking pee all over me. Now I’m really going to smell. The nurse came in and said that the catheter was not removed properly. Really? REALLY? NO way. Patients don’t regularly have catheters ripped from them?

My husband is trying to kill me.

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I was very upset about the whole missile thing for many hours after that. It was embarrassing. I wondered about all the old people on this floor who call the nurses to go to the washroom and end up getting it all over themselves. It’s inhumane!

My surgery team came to visit me while I was very looped.

bad moodThey asked me how my back was. I was not in the mood to talk to them about my back, but I did tell them I shit all over the place and that the nurses don’t come when you buzz them, and that the food was horrible. They didn’t stay too long.

I don’t really remember too much after that, but I think I even called my boss and told her just as much. “Hi, I’m not going to come back to work any time soon, I just shit on the floor”.

Those drugs really did a number on me. I even phoned Michelle twice.

brain fog“Wait, a minute. I remember saying to her. I already talked to you today, didn’t I?”

“Yes…. yes you did,” Michelle laughed.

Freaking drugs.

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P.S. On Monday, Gilligan came to visit me to see how I was doing. He looked a bit different. Why? He shaved off his mustache! I know that this might sound weird, but I am now quite fond of Gilligan. He is actually a really nice guy.

Trouble Brewing

 

Looks like I’m in trouble again.

I had my spinal MRI on Monday at Sunnybrook. I got home at 3:00 in the morning, even though my funny-cat-tucked-bedappointment was at 10:30.  Three trauma patients that night.  Not sure why the Odette Centre doesn’t have it’s own MRI for cancer patients like Princess Margaret. It’s not like they are going to have a shortage of cancer patients needing MRI’s. At PMH, my appts were at 7:00 a.m. and I was done by 7:45. I never got bumped. I guess they figure terminally ill people have nothing better to do at 2:00 in the morning, but sit in a waiting room for scans.  Get home, and guess who’s in my bed?

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My appointment with my radiation guy is on Monday at 9:30. However, my oncology nurse (from my benefits) got the report yesterday and sent it to me.  It’s not looking too good.

 

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There is still evidence of metastatic disease in C2 (neck where they zapped it), T3, a new one in T5 and a slight enlargement in T6, the sacrum and the iliac wings. C3, T1, T2, T8-9, T11-L5 are stable. The most pressing problem right now is C2 which is high in the neck. She said it could be a radiation flare that has made it look bigger, but she felt that was not the case because of the way the report was written specifying that there was metastatic disease evident.

ee0a3964360244b6b25acc3426da8c64That means they are going to have to radiate it again; but that may not be possible because of the radiation dosage he has already given me. Bones tend to get soft and mushy with a lot of radiation and may break or collapse.   So if he is going to radiate my again, that means I may have to have surgery on my spine once again to stabilize it first. Two more titanium metal rods stretching from C1-C4 because C3 got zapped in January and was not strong enough to support the rod. She told me to get in touch with my surgeon to see if it was even possible.

tumblr_nd16cr47Tj1rlnitko1_500So, of course, my brain is going fast forward and I asked her, “So if it’s not possible what does that mean?” They are going to let it keep growing until it compresses on my spinal cord and I become a quadriplegic? She didn’t answer. I know I’m right because I know someone that this happened to. She had to sell her home in the Beaches to get a condo for the inevitable wheelchair she was going to be in.

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I went to bed thinking about how I was going to have to learn how to paint with my mouth.

If my oncology nurse is wrong, I’ll be doing this after my appointment on Monday.

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My Newest Paintings and A Brush With Spiderman

Thursday, March 15


Yellow BunnyYesterday I drank so much water (16 glasses), my urine was no longer yellow. My tongue was white and I have developed a SERIOUS shortage of saliva. I’m hoping the cause is from the strong antibiotic I was on and still not because of my radiation treatment. My ear has also started to hurt again. My family Dr. is on vacation and her secretary told me I may need to go back on antibiotics.

 

Purple BunnyMy former principal hooked me up to a new friend, whom I will name Katie. Katie, like me, is also a mets. breast cancer patient and does a lot of researching. However, her mets are in her liver which she has kept stable until recently for about 2 years by naturopathic means. She is a fountain of knowledge and I am so blessed to have this new connection. I could talk to her on the phone for hours. We are able to bounce ideas with each other and learn from one another. I never met anyone else like this. And I owe her big time….

 

google when sickI have been getting a bit jittery over the last 2 – 3 weeks because my medications from Germany have essentially run out and I’m waiting for more. I got a letter from the German Dr. saying my metabolism has improved, my kidneys are light/insufficient (?), there is calcium in the urine, and I have an inflamed intestine. My prescriptions were sent to the pharmacy, but I haven’t received a call for my VISA number yet for them to ship it here. I hope it doesn’t get caught up for a month in customs again. Meanwhile, I’m thinking my immune system is still run down because of the radiation treatment. What if I can’t get rid of this ear problem?

HousesappreciationKatie suggested that I go get Vitamin C I.V., which I heard of, but never tried. So off I went to the Robert Shadd Naturopathic Clinic on Leslie St./Sheppard and gave it a shot yesterday.  Last night I started having a headache when I went to bed and prayed to Brother Andre, like one of my good friends told me to do.  Some time during the night I had one hell of a fever. “Thank heavens, my immune system is back to work”, I thought as I drifted off back to sleep.

Cherry BlossomsStill had a headache this morning when I work up, but I felt different. I felt cured of whatever ailed me. The heavy sinus feeling in my head was gone. I’m still thirsty, but not nearly as bad a yesterday. That’s a good sign. I have to go back every week of Vit. C for 5 more weeks. Hopefully it will blow up any cancer cells running amuck in my system and improve my immune system.

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Spent the morning painting and reminiscing about my friends Michelle Baskie (who passed away of pancreatic cancer) and Maria O’Kane (esophageal cancer). I miss them both so much and think of them often.

 

tenantLast night I looked for information about another person who died on the week-end of metastatic breast cancer. She was diagnosed with breast cancer in her bones at the same time as me  (fall of 2012). Her name was Lisa Bonchek Adams. The similarities between the two of us are eery. Most of the meds we took were the same and she had the same tumour/gene markers (Pi3K). We both had problems with our heart because of chemotherapy and I think I started reading about her because we were both featured in the same Toronto Star article about 2 years ago. I didn’t really read her blog regularly as it had a way of upsetting me and made me feel like I was doomed.  I saw on the news the other day that Lisa passed away last week-end. Her cancer spread to her bones, liver, lungs, and finally, her brain.   I think, I know actually, that I would have been in the same boat had I not gone to Germany for treatment there, no matter what my oncologist thinks and says about it (quackery).

cceb279a36216f145ab2ab856f28e9f5Gotta go to get my shots tomorrow and defend my position as to why I am doing “Nothing” about my cancer. I’m going to tell him that Lisa is dead and I’m not.  I think I made the right choice.  Besides, what drugs is he on thinking that I’ll go back on the feet burning drug Xeloda?  Katie told me she had a heart attack on that drug.  I’ve had 3 separate heart issues because of chemotherapy and he wants me on that one?  Other options being offered are intravenous, loose your hair ones.  I’m going to try everything else I can think of first.

Purple LadyI have gone to a few of “Art For Cancer Foundation” workshops over the last couple of weeks and tried some new projects. I like learning new things, even if they are a bit out of my element like this purple lady I painted. That’s also where I learned to paint the “Cherry Blossom” ones and the surrealistic homes above. I like going there because I learn new things and I have a finished piece of artwork by the time I leave. I also painted some Easter Bunnies (when I was sick at home) which I found on pinterest so I could practice how to do them before I taught them to a grade 2 class after March Break. I love pinterest and found lots of things I want to try out, when I have time. Next week I’m planning to work on my blog and write about my escapades in Germany at Christmas time.  That was quite an adventure.  One last painting to show you….

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images-2Friday, March 13

You won’t believe what happened to me after I visited my friend Wanetta who works at CAMH.  I was returning to my car.  The light was green, but I only had 8 seconds to get across the street.  Should I do it?  “Yeah,” I though, “I’ll make it, but I’d better RUN.”  So I did.  I’m running across the street and almost made it in 6 seconds when, low and behold a giant man in a Spiderman costume comes
barreling down the street on a skateboard.  “Holy Shit”, I thought, “I’m going to get hit by Spiderman”.  I stopped dead in the 3rd lane.  “WHOA, Missy”, he calls to images-3me in a very LOUD, Authoritative Voice.  You should NEVER JAY WALK!  “What?  What?  What are you talking about?  I HAVE A GREEN LIGHT, buddy!”, I yelled back.  “Oh…”, he answered. Well you never know, I may not be able to use my special powers to save you?”  WTF?  Special Powers?  Is this really happening?  I made safely to the sidewalk, glancing at Spidy beside me.  He had the whole get up on, mask, suit, and skateboard.  “How the hell can you see?”,  I’m thinking…..” You are going to have to save those special powers for yourself riding on the street on that thing in that get up!”

As I made it to my car I quickly pulled out my ipad.  I gotta get a pic. of this guy and put it on my blog.  But unfortunately, Spiderman disappeared as quickly as he appeared.  My Hero….not.unnamed

The Giraffes and Proof that Our Health Care Sucks

Proof that Our Health Care Sucks Below is a graphic account of a very bad day I had on Friday, Feb. 27th intermingled with pics of the giraffes I did with the grade 2’s. Yes, they did do them, although I confess, I will not give a primary child a black permanent marker because I’m afraid of what they will do with it. I outlined their work because then I destroy only one and not twenty after it’s gone through all the watercolour paint and salt.

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Sorry I haven’t written in a while but I have been rather sick. Had a terrible, terrible ear ache. Felt like someone was stabbing me in the ear and twisting it all around. Unbearable pain. Two weeks ago, Tuesday I went to my family doctor who said there was a little bit of fluid in my ear, but not much. Wasn’t prescribed anything. By that Thursday night, I couldn’t sleep. Friday morning I decided I had enough and phoned for a prescription because it was not going away despite many doses of Advil and Tylenol cold and sinus pills, nasal spray, and saline spray. Unfortunately my family doctor wasn’t there, but the secretary said she was going to phone in later and she would let her know what was happening with me. I told her I didn’t sleep all night, was in a lot of pain and needed something as soon as possible.

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I went to school for a bit to finish off some other art work; tried phoning the dr. office from there (no luck), and then went home where I got a message saying that there was a prescription ready for me but she didn’t know what pharmacy to send it to. And by the way, we close at 2:00.

It was 2:10. I cursed and tried phoning her. Then I drove like a mad woman to get that prescription because I didn’t want to go another day without something for my ear. There was no one there but my doctor’s husband who is a dentist in the same office. I waited at least 1/2 hour crying in pain while he looked everywhere for the script to no avail. Don’t worry, I told him resignedly, I would go to the closest Walk In Clinic. Not that I really relished the idea of waiting in line in a germ filled clinic for someone to look at my ear and give me a prescription, but what else was I going to do? I was in serious pain.

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cryingBy the time I got to my car, I was in agony. I screamed and cried all the way to the clinic. When I spoke to the receptionist, I told her that I was in trouble and I thought my ear drum was about to break and would need to see someone VERY SOON. “Just go have a seat”, she told me. I sat and waited for about 5 people to be seen ahead of me. By then I was slouched over, crying in pain. Finally, she ushered me into a room where I waited some more. The pain got worse. Considerably worse.


bitchI couldn’t take it anymore and yelled for help. One of the patients told the secretary they were needed. I told her to either get me an AMBULANCE OR A DOCTOR NOW. By then I was wailing uncontrollably.  Guess she 
was embarrassed by my crying ‘cause she shut the door on me. I was mad. I got up to open the door and fell to the ground. I literally crawled to the door and opened it. Then I fell into the hallway and screamed. Figured at least they would see me there if I passed out.

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Finally someone (some short Indian woman) came to me. She told me to get off the floor because it was dirty. I told her no. I couldn’t feel my hands; they were paralyzed. And then my feet started to freeze up too.                  She said I was hyperventilating. She asked me what was wrong. I think I told her my ear drum was about to blow. I also told her briefly that I just had radiation to my neck, spine, and pelvis. She wanted to know who my doctor was and my husband’s phone number and maybe I should call him. I told her that was going to be hard because I had no cell phone and I couldn’t move my fingers. She then tried to lift me up with the help of some other woman. That panicked me because I couldn’t get up myself and I was afraid they might drop me on my newly radiated spine. I must have told her 17 times to LEAVE ME ON THE FLOOR, but she kept insisting that I needed to get back into the room where they left me alone.

 

cat1In the meantime, the secretary phones my doctors office and spoke to the dentist who told her that I was just there. Next thing I know, the bloody stupid doctor starts yelling at me telling me I should have been treated at my doctors office. Really? I’m thinking in my head . . . do you really fucking think I’d be here if I saw her? By then I was about to have a nervous breakdown. I am deliriously in pain and I have a wack job berating me because I was just at my doctors office and I was on her floor and needed to move. I shut down. I could not talk to this stupid idiot any more. I thought if I can get up and get my coat on, I am out of here. I didn’t need someone patronizing me while I was in pain. She just kept telling me over and over again that I should have been seen by my family doctor and to get off the floor.

postalA few minutes later, I tried standing up, swayed a bit, and hit a wall. But the feeling in my hands was coming back and I was fiercely determined to get out of there and go home. I made it to my coat, put it on, grabbed my purse and walked out of there without a word. Actually, no. I did say something. WHERE IS MY OHIP CARD? I yelled. “I gave it back to you”, the secretary cried. Then I left. Right out the door.  I can see why people go postal.

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“Wait, wait a minute. What about the ambulance?” I heard someone calling behind me. “Really, if an ambulance had been called don’t you think it would be there by now? You freaks”, I thought.


bitchBitter and angry, I got into my car and drove home. My ear eased up a little bit at that point and I was no longer screaming in pain. Called my dad and told him I might need him to take me to the hospital. However, the thought of going to emergency for a prescription did not appeal to me in the least. And if I went there, I knew what I was in for. I am very familiar with the drill. I would see triage where they would deem me to be low man on the totem pole in terms of an emergency. Then I would be kept in the waiting room for at least four hours. When I got to see a doctor, they would stub me with a needle to take my blood. It wouldn’t work the first time and they would have to do it again. And finally they would tell me I’m not having a heart attack and I could go home (possibly with a prescription for an antibiotic), at last. No thanks. Was not coping well with my situation and felt a trip to the ER would be the last straw.

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My dad came over while I phoned Tele-Health for advice. The nurse, a nice man, sympathized with me, while I told him my sordid tale. He advised me NOT to go to the clinic or hospital because I was immune-compromised and shouldn’t be in public places with germs (my white blood counts and platelets are dismal because of the radiation treatments). The man told me to call two medic numbers and a doctor would be sent to my house that evening to check me out. Hallelujah, I thought, relieved I wouldn’t have to go out again to get a prescription. I just wanted to stay home.

I called the first number. “Where do you live?” he asked. “Scarborough”, I told him. Sorry we have nothing available for Scarborough this evening. Try again tomorrow. Called the second number. “Where do you live?” the next man asked. “Scarborough”, I told him. Sorry, we have nothing this evening. Try again tomorrow. We open at eight.

This is why I hate living in Scarborough. We have no services here. I bet you if I lived in North York or Toronto, someone would have come to my house that evening. So much for amalgamation. Equal services. Bull Crap. It is a LIE! There are no services in Scarborough. Move while you can. Don’t buy a house here. When you are old and grey and need palliative services, be forewarned, there are none here. Decided I wasn’t going to go to emergency for four hours. Anything was better than that. Got in the car with Frick (who also wasn’t feeling well) to go to Centenary Hospital’s Walk-In Clinic while my dad watched Frack. My ear was temporarily better by then. Waited in another line up of around 5 patients. The doctor there was good and fast. Gave me and Frick a prescription and off we went to Shoppers Drug Mart.

81d020b0e6ba033bba9a16198ab37a98And the big kicker of the day. I drove to Shoppers Drug Mart to submit my prescription and the pharmacist told me that he couldn’t fulfill my it because I may have an allergic reaction to it (10% chance).

THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING TO ME!

I could not believe it. I just spent the entire day trying to get a prescription and now that I had one, I couldn’t get it. “We will phone and fax the clinic and see if he can change it”, they told me. “Fine”. “I’m going home,” I told them and I will send my husband back to get it.

patience 2Well they didn’t get a hold of the doctor. The clinic closed. No one answered the phone there and when my husband went to the pharmacy I told him to pick up the prescription because I DID NOT CARE IF I WAS ALLERGIC to it, I WAS TAKING IT ANYWAY. Had a hell of a headache the next day, but at least I didn’t end up in the hospital with a rash, breathing problems and a heart attack.

1d4880efd963293448ce75e059519217So on Saturday morning the secretary from my Doctors office phoned and asked me where I wanted her to send the prescription. I gave her an ear full which I am certain she will never forget.

And I plan on visiting the owner and doctor at the Loblaws Clinic this week to give them an ear full too.

And that, my friends, is the end of my blog entitled, “Proof that Our Health Care Sucks”.  Why I had to go to 5 different places to get a prescription is beyond me. There must be a better way.

 

P.S.  The following Tuesday I went in to see my family doctor to get my ears checked out once again.  An hour after sitting in the waiting room, I am told that there is very little water in my ear (the ear drum is clear) and perhaps I should get my face x-rayed because there are bones near the ears which may have cancer in them now.  How lovely.  Another round of tests are in store for me in the near future.  Just what I needed.

Had my thyroid, pelvis and abdomen thorough checked out on the week-end and now need to see another new doctor (ENT).  Will be scheduled for a CAT Scan and MRI soon too.

I’m entering a contest to win a Trip to Paris this spring.  I’m going back to Monet’s Garden to paint.  That’s where I’m going.  This is going to be me in April when I win.

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