@Linda Fox2 I am not entirely sure where the absolute best place to seek treatment in Chicago is, but if you are looking for a second opinion or perhaps just some guidance and direction, I would highly recommend Dr. Cepulic in Chicago. He runs a private practice, and I believe consultations run around $200. You are welcome to bring whoever you need if they are up for it, though you can certainly go alone as long as you have your medical records in hand. The man actually takes his time; he explains things thoroughly, and he is truly worth every recommendation.
Prognoses are such an ungrateful thing to deal with—you can find just about anything online, but one must remain aware that a prognosis is nothing more than a statistic. So much depends on the patient's own willpower and mental fortitude in a situation like this. My mother actually beat the odds for about 80% of people in her exact position, but then again, she was incredibly stubborn and unshakeable. She had a difficult life from puberty all the way until the end, so she viewed this as just another hurdle to clear. Last winter, she told me she viewed that cancer as nothing more than a common flu—fine, it’s here, it isn't going away, but I won't let it touch me any more than necessary.
@velvettrucker7 if you ever discover a way, please let me know... while my mother was still alive, I focused entirely on being happy and grateful for what we had. I tried to be by her side as much as humanly possible. If it hadn't been for my pregnancy complications, I wouldn't have been able to be there when she passed, and for that, I am thankful. From here to eternity, I regret that she didn't get even a few more months to see her grandchild arrive, because I know how much she looked forward to that. As for whether I will ever reconcile with the sheer irresponsibility and negligence of certain doctors—I honestly don't know. I’ve written about this before; Mom did her annual check-ups—chest X-rays, ultrasounds, mammograms—because she had stage 97 breast cancer (mastectomy, chemo, radiation), and everything seemed fine until one year they found "something" in her lungs. For the next
years, they kept insisting that "something" was just a scar from tuberculosis (neither she nor anyone in our family remembers ever having TB, but the doctor immediately points to that as the cause). Her cough was "surely due to GERD," her nail issues were "surely fungal," the pain in her shoulder was attributed to spinal problems, and for about a year to eighteen months, the lumps on her neck were dismissed as enlarged lymph nodes or fatty deposits that "didn't even require a biopsy" (this involved several different doctors at the Lung Clinic and at the Rib, so it wasn't just one person messing up). After losing a few years, here we are at Jordan, where that "scar" has turned out to be Stage IV lung cancer, with neck metastases fused to the nerves; the cough, the shoulder pain, and the nail issues were all symptoms of lung cancer. That was only the beginning of the "it could have been different" nightmare, which all unfolded over three and a half years, but I won't go into further detail... Even if I had the money to sue them and drag them through the courts, it won't bring my mother back. Tomorrow would have been her 62nd birthday if she were still here; in three months, it will be two years since she's been gone. I am becoming increasingly convinced that you simply learn to live with this cocktail of grief, bitterness, disappointment, and mistrust, but it is something that never truly disappears.