Ok. I have mentioned this before and those of you who know me have said wisely, Let it Go. It won't help, it will slow your recovery from grief, it will cause more pain.
But I have been thinking and I have to do this. I have to get these questions out of me so that in 2 years or 3/4/5 years I am not left thinking, "I wish I'd asked that."
I think my questions will not give me any answers. They will not tell me what I want to hear. They will not alter the outcome - my man is dead. That cannot be changed. In the big picture, they probably would not have made much difference to the final outcome, but they need asking. Just in case, in the future, some poor patient presents with various symptoms and somebody thinks, "Hmm. Perhaps we'll keep him on the books. We WILL keep seeing him very 6 months. We will keep looking for the source of these weird cells just in case............."
Or, "Hmm. this patient keeps complaining about back pain. Well yes, there might be good reason for that but hell, he has had weird cells for a while, too. Perhaps we should send him for another scan and not just write him a script for more morphine."
Or, "Hmm. this patient has mets all over the place. Perhaps we should look n his brain and see if there are any there."
Am I angry? You bet. But that is not why I have to do this. I have to do it as a homage to the man I have lost. He deserves that I do this much. Actually he deserved much more from this inadequate, understaffed and overstretched health system.
I do not wish to cause pain or make people feel guilt. I do not want people to reach for the phone to their Medical Defence Unions. I do not even want to read the answers my questions may elicit. Because nothing but nothing will give me the outcome I would so dearly love.
I just want to stand up and be listened to. I want people to THINK before they respond in future. Maybe go the extra mile. Maybe look after one of your own? Maybe improve things for the future. Doctors are only humans, I know that.
So there you are. That is what I want to do. And suddenly I feel 10 feet tall and don't even patronise me. Don't fob me off. Because I was once a warrior and I have been to that place "beyond everything."
Little Jen
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