Well it is hard to believe but it is almost two weeks since I went under the knife to have the cancer cut out from my back. To think all of this could have been prevented if my family Dr. had paid attention to my insessive pleading with him for 4 years to look at the spot on my back. At that time it was only the size of a pea and almost round. As soon as it started to grow, change shape and annoy me I started asking. Without even getting close enough to take a good look he prescribed a cream and sent me off. The cream did not work. I showed every staff member he had at the time and each one suggested I point it out to my Dr. I DID so many times. Finally I refused to leave his office until he checked it out. It was also upon the insistence of his nurse. As she knew I had asked soooo many times. He was visually annoyed and told me so. I stood my ground and refused to leave. He did a scraping but with such force and anger his nursed had to do a dressing on the bleeding area after. He barked at me that I need an appointment in two weeks for the results as he stomped away.
I returned in two weeks only to be told I needed a biopsy. Well we all know the rest of this story. The growth that was the size of a pea that could have been removed so easily and left we with a tiny one stitch scar now was a seven inch scar from major surgery. The growth was now the size of two toonies or for our US friend silver dollars.
Now for the icing on the cake. My wonderful, caring, family doctor has had no contact with me since he sent me for the biopsy. He was not even the one to tell me I had cancer. All of the Drs. that have been involved in taking care of me are shocked that a family Dr of 26 years could be so uncaring. I am however, in spite of him, healing. Next time I have any marks on my body I will run not walk to the cancer clinic where I was so wonderfully taken care of.
All the prayers and blessings I received were heard and I thank you all for being there for me.