Ever since I got hit by that car, I’ve been seeing far too many doctors. Collar bone repair, and check-ups. Hip replacement. And check-ups. Cancer testing and surgeries. And check-ups.
At the one-year point, my collar bone was declared healed. My hip replacement is an experimental model so I have to go back every year for 7 years. It is healed. They’re just concerned about possible problems.
When my mastectomy reached the one-year point, I expected to be set free. But NO! The surgeon wanted me to come in every 6 months for the next 5 years. Why? I asked. He told me that GPs and Gyns don’t do good breast exams. So, I asked, What can you do that I don’t do? I found the lump.
He was in a hurry. I’d already waited an hour to see him and he had a waiting room full. Finally, he said, I won’t be insulted if you don’t come back. I have plenty of patients. Then he offered to be my second opinion if I find something I want checked by professional hands. Hurray!
Just to prove he is a standard doctor (after making this non-standard offer) he bugged me again about getting reconstruction. I find the idea of more surgery repulsive and the prospect of a bag of salt water under my chest muscles is disgusting. And he tried to push tamoxifen or aromitase inhibitors. I reminded him that there is no longevity advantage and they only reduce my chance of getting cancer again in the other breast by 1.5%. He tried saying these drugs are recommended and well-tolerated. I told him I don’t think very many women would take them if they knew how tiny the benefit is and how horrible the common side-effects are. He gave up. Hurray again!
I think there is something wrong with our medical system if doctors are pushing drugs without giving out the information I found on the web. It is up to each person to decide which drugs s/he wants to take. I think doctors should give out the information that I found on the web – not just recommend a drug because it is “recommended.”