A small rant from me.... I'm usually crabby, so sorry if I seem more so right now.
It's been really five years of hell with my dad in hospital stays, getting him well enough to get back to a good place, being dragged back to square one, rinse and repeat. I never know how long stability is going to last. Two weeks ago we were off to the hospital again. He was obviously in a great deal of pain, and I sympathize as I've been there. What should have been routine turned into a nightmare. They just couldn't find out what was wrong. They shipped him off to another hospital, and then eventually dumped him back home. An 80 year old man, frail, his arms now black and blue, confused, and still according to daily nurses doing blood draws - seriously unwell.
At the same time I end up getting stuck on jury duty, for a rape trial I did not want any part of which was... let's just say I had some exasperated thoughts with the judge and he promptly let me go, so that I could run through streets to get back to the hospital.
Anyway by the time dad is now home, it's still clear he is in very poor shape and no one is listening to me. So I start from scratch, and book an urgent appointment with his primary doctor, who cancels at the last minute, but we are being seen by the head doctor instead which I preferred. He's a give it to you straight kind of guy, which is not always personable, but blunt. So I get pushy, I give it to him straight. I go over everything (the hospital hadn't even sent over results so he was thankful I'd printed off copies) and I am begging him for help for my dad. He tells me he's going to run a huge amount of tests and scans, and mentions two options - one not great but okay and the other very very bad. My dad is kind of checked out during this convo, but I can tell by what the doctor is saying, he thinks it's the very very bad option.
His suspicions were confirmed based on those results, and a blunt and crushing phone call later where the C word is dropped and they are sure of it and he needs more urgent appointments. My dad is a frazzled and a scared mess and I'm trying to assure him that it is okay.
But guys I know it's not okay. I know this C word of this kind is very deadly. And I know for all the crazy my dad has survived, I know he will not survive this. And then I have to tell my mother. The woman that has survived the C word and has lost friends to it and beats herself up about it. It wasn't great. She's in denial because that's how she copes. And then I have to tell my sister, and it's devastating for her, because she's lost so many patients to this. And now... I have to tell my other sister that lost her husband and is constantly afraid of losing her father. I have to tell his siblings, because he can't bring himself to speak without crying. I honestly feel so numb, but also angry, because a lot of time has been wasted at a hospital that just wasn't interested in getting to the bottom of something serious with an elderly patient. Healthcare in this country is a shitshow. The tests that picked up on this? Not even covered by Medicare. Most people don't even know they have this until too late it takes some doctor somewhere with enough of a brain to pick up on this. I nodded and said I didn't care the cost, whatever it would cost if it could prove what was wrong with my dad.
I'm not even sure what I'm saying here. It's all so absurd and surreal.