Amanda Miller69 said:We moved Mom into the facility in Springfield, and honestly, my heart just sank when I saw the conditions there... there were eight or nine people crammed into a single room. But what’s even more devastating is the discharge summary—the pathology report shows *carcinosa metastaticum*. It states that everything was affected; the liver, intestines, gallbladder, spleen... basically the entire peritoneum. Meanwhile, back at Rebro, they try to pull the wool over our eyes like we’re toddlers... The doctor I approached today regarding an abdominal ultrasound just mumbled something under his breath and practically fled from me. In stark contrast to those people, the staff in Springfield are night and day. The doctor there actually took the time to read the discharge papers and quietly, almost sympathetically, asked if we understood the diagnosis... he seemed relieved once we confirmed we did. I cried the entire drive from Springfield back to Washington, D.C., and the tears just won't stop... The deception is finally over. That pathology report told the whole truth.🙂
No matter how much it hurts because Springfield feels so far away... if you've noticed for yourself that the care there is worlds apart, then that means things will be okay...
If we had just blindly accepted whatever they told us, who knows where we would be today. In two days, it will be exactly one year since Mom was discharged with a report stating her ovarian cancer had progressed to involve surrounding organs, including the lungs. She is doing well today, despite how grim the prognosis looked back then, and I am so grateful to everyone—especially to her and my father, for never wavering for a single second.
Our fight continues, and we rely only on ourselves.
Sometimes doctors simply don't know how to deliver a diagnosis, so I highly recommend that you don't let yourselves be misled; instead, just take it one day at a time. Hang in there... kisses