I have another question for shadowbison75. If things take a turn for the worse with a diagnosis, where did your dad get his treatment if we're looking at Washington, D.C.? Since that's basically where we're heading.
It's just like everyone else who’s been stuck in this exact same spot.
Does anyone have a recommendation on where to go or which specialist to see in D.C.?
I guess you might wonder why I'm asking, and honestly, why I'm so terrified...
With my dad, everything just went sideways from the very beginning. It started with him being mocked by the staff at the local hospital during rounds—they actually joked that he was "just trying to be sick" when he was perfectly fine. Well, once they finally ordered an MRI, all that laughing stopped pretty quickly.
Then there was the mess of them sending him to a trauma surgeon instead of neurosurgery, and eventually, even picking an oncologist felt like a complete and utter failure.
After a few failed rounds of chemo
(he’d do four cycles of one, then they’d switch to another because apparently the first wasn't working), they basically just gave up on him or ignored him entirely. They only ever bothered with palliative radiation whenever he complained about the pain becoming unbearable...
After I practically begged them to admit him to the hospital in month 4 to run some tests—like a CT or an MRI, whatever was necessary, since his condition had spiraled so badly in the two weeks following his last radiation session—all I got was, "Well, that's just how this disease works; have him come back in month 8 for a checkup." (Even though they knew he'd be away on vacation then and wouldn't be able to make it.) So, that follow-up really shouldn't have happened until month 9.
My dad never even made it to that appointment.
It's just like everyone else who’s been stuck in this exact same spot.
Does anyone have a recommendation on where to go or which specialist to see in D.C.?
I guess you might wonder why I'm asking, and honestly, why I'm so terrified...
With my dad, everything just went sideways from the very beginning. It started with him being mocked by the staff at the local hospital during rounds—they actually joked that he was "just trying to be sick" when he was perfectly fine. Well, once they finally ordered an MRI, all that laughing stopped pretty quickly.
Then there was the mess of them sending him to a trauma surgeon instead of neurosurgery, and eventually, even picking an oncologist felt like a complete and utter failure.
After a few failed rounds of chemo
(he’d do four cycles of one, then they’d switch to another because apparently the first wasn't working), they basically just gave up on him or ignored him entirely. They only ever bothered with palliative radiation whenever he complained about the pain becoming unbearable...
After I practically begged them to admit him to the hospital in month 4 to run some tests—like a CT or an MRI, whatever was necessary, since his condition had spiraled so badly in the two weeks following his last radiation session—all I got was, "Well, that's just how this disease works; have him come back in month 8 for a checkup." (Even though they knew he'd be away on vacation then and wouldn't be able to make it.) So, that follow-up really shouldn't have happened until month 9.
My dad never even made it to that appointment.