Finally, on Thursday, I arrived at The James Cancer Clinic after spending the night in Mansfield Hospital due to transport issues. They took me straight to a room on the fifteenth floor of the hospital and checked me all in.
As they started asking questions and the team members slowly came to introduce themselves I became overwhelmed with my situation. They weren’t prepared to diagnosis me they needed to run the test. Not surprising, that’s what they do. They want their own diagnosis.
At this point I was sick, drinking water, peeing myself, I didn’t want to eat anything. I was so weak. Walking to my own personal bathroom about 10 feet from my bed I was out of breath one would think I ran up two flights of steps to get there but that wasn’t the case.
I just wanted to sleep and I was so overwhelmed by what was happening to me. I was alone and I had cancer.
They threw a lot of info my way without even a diagnosis.
They started taking poking me for blood which I’m a hard stick making it really unpleasant. I was told I had cancer was bad enough without the constant blood drawls.
It seemed like every time they would put an IV in it would fail within a matter of hours. At one point I had two IVs that didn’t work. Ugh, it was so frustrating.
But what does one do?