The Battle Of Cancer
When you start to think this world may just have a little decency in it, when MP’s are thrown out for thieving from the public and this country starts to save some money when the government was saying we need to pay higher taxes to line their pockets, you then realise there is more to life than that what those blood sucking leaches are trying to steal.
I suppose in that paragraph I was talking metaphorically by indirectly implying that MP’s and our government are the cancer of Briton eating away at our every day lives…………………………
This week we have been given another blow to our family, in 2005 I lost my father to cancer, a year later his brother, my uncle and this weekend we learnt the shocking news that my Aunty Margaret has terminal cancer of the stomach. Currently my mother, her sister is on vacation in Spain and as a family we elected not to ruin her holiday by telling her, but this is killing me in side every time she calls I just want to tell her, even as an adult I just want to hug her and have her tell me everything will be OK, I realise this is the selfish child in me wanting to know there are no wrongs in this world when in fact that’s far from the truth. I still miss those cuddles with my father, he remained strong through out the battle against cancer, he was my rock and my inspiration and in life I aspire to be more like him although by my own admission I always fall short.
Cancer is horrible it slowly eats away at you, my father had lung cancer which slowly deprived him of oxygen, he went from being a big strong man into bone, he lost so much weight and now I can see this again in my Aunt and it’s heartbreaking. When people ask why I no longer have faith in any religion then this is my answer, how can I have faith something which is killing the people I love when we do nothing wrong.
Now back onto the government part and for a reason, my father was miss diagnosed, he had a reacurring chest infections which his GP just kept suppressing with antibiotics and never sent him for a scan, it took a bout of pneumonia to get the scans needed to find the two tumours in his left and right lung. Later he was given a prescription from a GP which he went and handed into his usual pharmacist, the pharmacist realised instantly that if he had taken this medication it would have reacted with his other medication and killed him instantly. Now if he had not used the usual pharmacist then the pharmacist would not have known my fathers normal medication and would have happily given it him.
Now for the last few months they’ve been treating my Aunt for gallstones when it turns out it was actually cancer, she had complained to GP for a while before that about stomach issues (pains, cramps, etc) but again nothing was ever done and now because of the misdiagnosis and inactions of some over paid idiots my Aunt and our family have to suffer yet again!
In this day and age when the NHS says “We need more funds, we simply don’t have enough money to function correctly” and the government says “We need more funds, we’re not stealing enough money”, it makes you wonder at what price we, the public have to pay to get a competent level of service for what we pay for, huh even the bin men can’t do their jobs properly (we had a rat jump out of our bin the other day)…….
Either way you look at this, the government, the local GP’s and the NHS are killing our family………………………..
I was going to end on that comment, but felt it wrong because not all the NHS is failing, I have had good experiences albeit not that many.
The government are like the Sheriffs of Nottingham, rob from the poor to pay the rich. Could one of the other parties like UKIP be our Robin Hood, or are they all filthy, robbing, scum?
Two Faces With No Breath And Quinsy
Just over a week ago, Saturday 20th September 2008 I started to get a sore throat and then Sunday I felt real bad but I just put it down to the ‘Man Flu’. Monday I was struggling to breath so the wife called our doctors for an appointment to which they advised the earliest would be Tuesday (next day). I was getting worse so later she called the the NHS Direct Link – http://www.nhsdirect.nhs.uk they advised her to try and speak with our doctor first and so she did, they then bumped the appointment to 5pm that day.
We go down and see the doctor, he sees I’m struggling to breath, diagnoses me with tonsillitis and gives me a prescription for mouth wash and pain killers. He saw my throat closing over and said come back in a week if it’s no better.
It gets to Wednesday and I can hardly move or breath, I’d not eaten since Saturday and drank very little. I’d had plenty of sleep on and off up to that point but couldn’t sleep no more. The wife returned home from work and called NHS Direct, they then sent out an ambulance.
On the way to the hospital the paramedic was saying they would most likely not do anything for my tonsillitis and that he gets it every 6 months and can’t have them surgically removed, the NHS doesn’t like doing it any more.
We get to Doncaster Royal Infirmary and I’m now being assessed by the doctor he informs me it’s Quinsy and the side show starts with doctors coming for a quick peak in my mouth, apparently Quinsy isn’t all that common and my case was real bad. The doctor informs me I’m in for the night.
So we get to the ward and the next doctor is ready to see me, we get into a private room and he sprays some stuff in my mouth, gives me a local and then pops another needle in my mouth to take some of the puss out of one of the abscesses………………………………. Relief, I can breath again.
They then pop me on a series Intravenous Drip’s and other drugs, the next morning I’m feeling well but by the afternoon my throat is closing over again so they decide to keep me in another night.
Friday I feel good again and they decide to release me with a bag of medication. It’s now Tuesday, just over a week from when I saw my GP and I’m just about feeling on top of things again, but what If I’d of waited a week like my GP wanted to, well apparently if not treated quick enough Quinsy can be fatal.
So if I hadn’t gone to hospital would our GP have killed me, he knew I was struggling to breath, he could see my throat was closing and he knew I hadn’t eaten or drunk that much since the previous Saturday And yes Quinsy can be fatal, the infection is much worse than that of tonsillitis.
It’s not very often I say this but Doncaster Royal Infirmary were amazing, they looked after me and did a real good job but the other face of the NHS, our GP, our Surgery failed our family again.
Without drawing this blog out to much the last two times our GP’s messed up (if you ain’t already read this before)My father had a recurring chest infection for 3 years and the doctor just kept giving him antibiotics rather than a chest scan. They diagnosed my father with Asthma but Doncaster Royal Infirmary corrected that because it was severe Pneumonia, they then found Cancer. Later they gave him some medication, the pharmacist wouldn’t give it him because he realised that the new medication mixed with his other medication would of killed him on the spot, it’s a shame the GP didn’t realise this first.
I’ll most likely submit a complaint about our local surgery and the GP in question
0845 4647 – NHS Direct (Yes the number is that short)