I choose to share this with you so as to
Open Your Mind...
Clear your Head when choosing your Doctor.
This is longer than I would like but it is important for you to see where it lead me.
It is not meant to scare you, but maybe it should.
Scare you in to taking an active role in your health and your doctors.
Bottom line, I am still here and I am not giving up yet.
You shouldn't either.
I have tried to minimize all of this for you.
You need to understand what could happen for your own good.
I hope you take this information and use it to improve your relationship with your doctor and your health care. Learn to be proactive for your own sake.
THE BEGINNING~
6 years ago on a Sunday night, I discovered blood (hematuria) in my urine.
I knew this had to be bad so I called my PC DR on Monday am and was told to come in.
The urine test proved what I already knew... blood in the urine.
He gave me the name of a Urologist (Dr F) and set up tests so that when I went to see the URO, things wouls already be moving in a positive direction.
It took about 9 months to discover there was a leak in my right ureter.
I was scheduled for a Nephrectomy in October.
I had Transitional Cell Carcinoma... low grade.
1 week to the day, my body started shuting down and I was taken by ambulance from my office to the local hopsital.
My Uro/Hospital of choice, were 45 minutes away.
Dr. F was in emergency surgery.
When the local hospital stabilized me I was transported by ambulance to the hospital of choice.
I was kept stable for 2 days so that a new medical team could be set up.
Surgery was successful.
I was cut in 2 places, down the middle where many had cut before and around my right side.
I was suppose to be in the hospital for 1 week.
I was in for 3 days.
I was suppose to be home from work for 6 weeks.
I was home for 1-1/2.
After healing, I continued my visits, checkup, cystos in the office and in the hospital.
I had various tests and the BCG and Mitamyacin treatments. His goal was to keep the cancer at bay in the least invasive way. This kept me going for almost 6 years.
MY URO~
He is head of Urology at a Chicago suburb hospital.
A well known one.
He was quiet, steadfast, compasionate and always explained things.
I trusted him with my life.
HIT ME AGAIN~
In October of 2008, I was told that the cancer had changed it's appearance.
It had become more aggressive.
The walls of the bladder in that area were becoming too thin.
My daughter was with me.
I was the last patient of the day.
I asked if I could wait until the new year and he said yes.
I asked if I could get a second opinion (knowing that it would be asked of me by family and friends).
He said yes.
He seemed worried (in the end I now think he was just tired).
I went on line and found a "Specialist".
THE SPECIALIST~
Someone at a well known University hospital in my area.
His credentials looked good.
I booked an appointment, got all my records and entered a new world.
Dr S (for Specialist), was a very busy man.
People to see , places to be.
We went to my appointment.
Very cold atmosphere.
Friendliness was replaced with non-emotional, sterile actions.
When Dr S came in the room he said he reviewed all Dr F's findings and it was essential that I have the RC.
We were led to believe that it needed to be done in the next 10 days.
I was so overwhelmed... I just went with the flow.
Yes, ok, what date? Ok, I 'll be there.
GOODBYE DR F~
When I went to get copies of my records, the office manager who after 6 years had become my friend gave me a warning.
I was told that no matter what the problem, Dr F would be by my side day and night until I was better.
He would not abandon me.
I felt bad and shrugged.
I was told that if I chose the "Specialist", I could no longer be treated by Dr F.
I couldn't believe this but my PC Dr said it was true...
No DR liked to "Clean up someone elses mess".
I had made my decision and didn't think I had a choice to change or talk to Dr F.
RC TIME~
December 10th, 2008 ~ It was winter in Chicago, bitterly cold with a heavy snow storm brewing.
Went to a motel that night before surgery and getting there was horrendous.
It took stressful hours.
3 hours later off to the Medical Center.
I felt like I was in a cattle car with the number of human beings being escorted to preop rooms.
I met Dr S and his group.
When I woke I realized they had used adhesive bandages that I could not tolerate.
They had been told. Ooops.
I was suppose to be in the hospital 7 days... I was.
I had family and friends with me 24/7.
Thank God!
I saw Dr S for maybe 7 minutes the morning after surgery.
He was replaced thereafter with Residents.
Never saw him again.
The care at the Medical Center was beyond all imagination... terrible doesn't cover it.
RECOVERY 1~
I came home to a home health care nurse... thank God!
I was to return to the Med Center 3 weeks later.
I was weak.
I couldn't stop coughing/hacking.
I couldn't sleep.
I left the hospital having not eaten or taken liquids.
On Christmas day, I could barely eat a scrambled egg.
This was not how it was suppose to be!
I prayed for God to take me.
He wasn't listening.
The home health care nurse was extremely concerned.
She had tried to communicate with people at the Med Center as Dr S was out of town.
She was not satisfied.
I called my PC Dr. He wanted me to come to the ER.
My daughter and I started out but never made it.
RECOVERY 2~
We had to go to a local hospital ER.
I was immediately put on IV's which remained until I left the hospital.
3 antibiotics, and other meds.
A disease control doctor was called in, an ostomy/wound nurse and a Internist.
I had no doctors at that hospital.
They kept my PC updated.
I was 1 day out of Critical Care.
I had an upper respitory infection with a sinus infection all the way to the back of my head.
My lungs were affected,
I had infections in both of my JP wounds.
The staples were still in (avg out is 10 days).
Infection had set in there too.
Some had to be removed.
I was getting better every day, I was getting some strength and I could eat and drink!
New Years Eve and New Years Day were to me a celebration of life.
DR S REVISITED 2~
When we went back to have the staples removed, the
doctor was oblivious to me having to go to ER or the ordeal that was a result of the RC.
I was told to come back in a month.
RECOVERY 3~
I told the home health care nurse that the front incision felt funny.
It felt like parchment and liquid underneath.
She suggested I see my PC Dr. which the Disease Control Dr had wanted me to do any way as a follow up.
Two weeks later I saw him. I told him the nurse thought that my decision needed to be aspirated.
He called in a surgeon from down the hall.
The surgeon said no to aspiration, yes to cutting.
When I was done with the PC, down the hall we went.
My daughter wanted to watch.... ugh!
They were waiting for me.
He made a 2" incision and removed 3 sutures from inside.
I was packed, bandaged and cultured once more.
I came back the next week for the dressing and was
told that I had another infection resistant to all the other meds I had been given.
Another new med.
DR S REVISITED 3~
It was time to see Dr S.
We get there and are told that we had no appointment.
Well hello, why did they call me to confirm and remind me to bring my co-pay?
The receptionist says she'll get us in.
Once in the room, the Dr's attendant still doesn't want me to be seen.
We insist.
He was very blahzay.
Said I didn't need to come back for a year.
I would need some tests before I came.
I asked if I had trouble what was I suppose to do?
He said ER or your PC Dr.
I finally asked him if he actually operated on me.
His reply was, don't believe everything that I see or hear.
Thank you very much! Hello! and your thought on this would be?
RECOVERY 4,5,...~
I have had many infections since.
All treated by my PC Dr. and thankfully.
DREAMS and PEACE~
Since I woke from surgery, I had dream after dream
of Dr F looking sadly down at me.
I needed to make peace one way or another.
I wanted to look good before I saw Dr F... if he would see me.
Looking good wasn't in the cards,
My crowns fell out on both sides of my mouth...
if I smile too widely you won't see any molars, just darkness. Thus, I don't smile much.
I only wanted my hair highighted.
Ooooops!
Whole head.
I spoke with the office manager and begged to get an appointment.. last of the day.
She agreed.
He would find out the week of the appointment I was coming.
Ironically, I was in the town of Wheaton IL, a very heavy Christian town.
I passed a shop called "Second Chance"
I walked through the shop.. a treat for feeling better.
In the back on a shelf was an old thin gold box.
In it was a mint china plate with gold trim.
On the plate was the side view of a Rabbi, praying at the wall.
I couldn't take my eyes off of it.
I so wanted to give it to Dr F.
We had both been up against a wall.
CLEARING the AIR~
The day was this last Tuesday.
Nerves beyond all imagination.
The worst he could do was to say I can't speak with you.
I called early to see if he knew and she said yes.
It made it worse.
No more worrying about being nervous and having to pee...
not my problem anymore.
Colitus acted up a little.
I got control.
I had my plate and walked in to his office.
The blonde hair was a real ice breaker!
He offered me a seat.
I started to speak...
I told him this last time was not like the kidney
This was a more vital organ.
I was scared.
When I asked him if I could get the second opinion he said yes,
He didn't say seek it out and come back and we'll discuss it.
I went over so many things.
He knew all about what I was going through since the RC.
6 years and we thought we knew each other!
He was waiting for me to call him,
I was waiting for him to call me.
He said that if there was any chance that he could not operate on me, he would have told me.
He would have given me the names of well known doctors at teaching hospitals and Universities if I had asked him!
What did I know?
I had'nt been in this position before.
I just didn't know....
What a waste!
I told him never ever again assume that the patient understands him.
I said if you don't hear from them, call them.
Never ever assume anything again.
I then asked if he was still a Jew and he laughed.
He loved the Rabbi at the wall.
He understood it's meaning.
POSITIVE ENDING~
He asked how I was feeling and if there were anymore problems from the initial surgery.
I said no.
He said, in that case, I will take care of you.
I go next month for a Cat Scan.
Every 6 months for followups.
I have one kidney and one ureter left.
He wants to stay on top of this.
He did for 6 years and to me,
He will be there 'til the day I die.
ANGER of DR F~
He said that although I had gotten the name of the Specialist on line,
I should have sought out more information on him.
I should have checked on the facility.
Generally speaking, teaching hospitals, universities have big PR departments.
Their goal is to bring them in.
This particular DR was known for "stealing patients".
Hard on the locals because there are no followups.
Once surgery is over that's it.
There is no humaness, you are a number, a statistic.
I did feel that way.
The doctor did not concur with mine to me...
the conclusion was the same but he did not tell me that.
The Specialist did not suggest I have my own qualified doctor do the surgery.
Dr. F was angry because I had been mislead.
BOTTOM LINE~
I make these suggestions to you from my heart and from the experience I have had.
If you are satisfied with your Urologist great.
- Always ask questions, don't be afraid.
- If you don't understand, pursue it.
- If you don't have a good repor,
if you feel insecure or afraid to ask questions...
time to seek a new doctor.
- If a second opinion is warranted, ask for his
recommendations.
- Ask to discuss the findings after.
- Ask, ask, ask.
Don't assume anything.
Don't let the doctor assume everything.
You need to be as knowledgable as possible when
talking with the doctor.
- Don't allow the doctor to intimidate you.
Most importantly of all,
you need to like the Doctor and trust them....
It is your life.
- Take it slow and easy.
I was led to believe there was a rush.
There was only a rush to fit me in before the
Specialist went on vacation.
- Check out the facility.
View the floor and observe the staff that will be
attending you.
- Be sure that you have people to stay with you and
keep an eye on you.
Stay positive.
There most likely will be some ups and downs but you can make it.
Thanks for reading this.
I hope it gives you something to think about and
strengthens your relationship with your doctor.
This site is here for you, I am here for you.
BJ




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