Why Are Doctors Now Ignorant

This is my mom and Triton. This picture was taken in early October when my mom was able to visit from the Seattle area.

This last Tuesday my mom had a meeting with some doctors to determin which way was going to be the best way to erradicate this small cancerous tumor in her breast. Well, it turns out that the original idiot doctor that informed her that her lymph node biopsy was normal was incorrect on his diagnosis. It turns out that the lymph node did in fact return with cancer and therefore my mom will have to undergo chemptherapy, which she was hoping would not happen. If in fact his origal claim of the lymph node been accurate she might not have needed chemo. Now she is going to need somewhere in the range of 6 months chemo, surgery and then at least another 6 months of chemo after that! Supposedly the moron (doctor) misread the test results. I wish and think that (sorry I am not a fan of ignorance, so this doctor is going to be called many names throughout this blog) stupid doctors shouldn't be allowed to practice if they can't read test results. I do believe however that if ignorant doctors make a mistake that they should be punished for it. Now days it seems that doctor's do not really care about their patients and are just in this career for the money. The U.S. charges way too much for medical care, and then to have these overpaid idiots make so many mistakes on top of it is sad. I wish that when a doctor makes a mistake he or she should be punished. I understand that mistakes happen and nobody is perfect. However, if there was any sort of doubt in this dink's mind he shouldn't have said anything. He should have waited until the specialists looked over the test results to say anything.

Sorry to vent on such an issue, but there was also a huge mistake overlooked during my wife's surgery that just happened a month ago as well. In this case it wasn't just one idiot that made a mistake it was 3 nurses a anesthesiologist and the surgeon himself who were all ignorant. To have two incredibly large mistakes to happen to two people I know (who are never in the hospital) within a month's time is a little too coincidental! Therefor it is obvious that this ignorance can't just be happening to my family alone. It has to be happening all over the country. Thus, moronic doctors who make mistakes should have to compensate for their ignorance. They should have to take 10 probono cases per mistake, pay all costs to the patients who they hurt with their idiocracy and such mistakes should be posted somewhere in a special column in the daily newspaper for everyone to read. I can gaurantee you that no doctor would be left out and it would drop the need for medicare, because of all the probono cases that these overpaid doctor's would have to take would take care of all the people in the country. Until they either take the amount of time to make sure no mistakes happen, which should be 99% of the time and do the amount of work that should be done just from the amount of pay they get, such drastic actions should be taken.

A few years ago, I had a scar removed from my arm. I hadn't been to the doctor forever, but decided to have my heart checked out, since my father has heart issues. Well, it turns out that my heart is supposedly fine. Just before leaving I asked this moronic doctor about this thing on my arm. I just wanted to make sure that it wasn't a form of skin cancer. He recognized it as a certain type of scar that sometimes doesn't heal correctly. He then (because he wanted more money) suggested that we remove it just to make sure. I have this scar removed from my arm because Sheri really wanted me to, and a week later I end up having a staph infection. Like an idiot I go back to the same doctor? Why? I have no clue. I go back to this same doctor who claims that I attained this infection from my razor! Yeah, you just removed a small scar from my arm, you didn't steralize something properly, you gave me the infection, and it was my razor, Right! The correct actions weren't taken yet again and this staph infection ended up turning into some sort of fungal infection on top of it. He (a doctor who's office in located in our hospital) ended up needing assistance from another doctor on the floor below him. Thinking about it today, I am at least grateful this idiot wasn't too proud to ask for help, for I might not be here today hadn't he. I was stuck with this huge 6 inch diameter infection on my neck for about 3 or 4 months. You might be thinking that it might have been my razor that caused this infection if the location was on my neck right? Not the case! I asked another doctor some years later if a staph infection only appears where a surgical procedure takes place and he said no. A staph infection can metastasize anywhere in the body after a surgical procedure has gone wrong.

Almost two years ago during Sheri's pregnancy the epideral wasn't placed properly and she had pain all throughout the last 14 hours of her delivery. When is it going to stop? These are 4 things that have gone wrong, 4 issues out of 5! The only thing that has gone the way it is supposed to was my appendix removal. And this is the medical care in our country that people can't afford! How sad is it that people can't afford medical care in the first place? Because doctors and medication is too expensive? How sad is it that some people can afford medical care, but only receive second rate care? Now how sad would it be to be told that you have breast cancer, but it isn't in the lymph nodes and treatment should be minimal. How much more sad is it to be told 2 weeks later that the original idiot who informed you the cancer wasn't in the lymph nodes made a mistake and you are at least a stage 2 breast cancer patient now. You are going to need chemotherapy, you are going to lose your hair, you are going to need to have surgery, you are going to need more chemo and if everything goes perfect, you will need to be on pills at least for the next 5 years. By the way all of this will drain any money you have saved, you will probably be sick from all of the chemo and by the way if you haven't already figured it out? You are going to pay all of this money for care and doctors who are only going to give you second rate care.

My mom alerted me of this mistake that this doctor made and I expressed to her how upset I was over the issue and she was grateful? She was grateful that her stress level for the last 2 weeks was just a bit lower. She exclaimed had she known that the cancer was in her lymph nodes that she would have been way more stressed! Yeah, thank idiot doctor, the only good thing you did was save my mom a minute amount of stress for 2 weeks, bravo your ignorance did at least that! >Applause.....

Last Blog Before We Know About Mom

A few Sundays ago Triton and I went to my grandmother's to take some pictures with my dad and grandma. Showing the 4 generations that have survived thus far, not sure how much longer Triton is going to make it, being the fussy boy that he is! Not really, he is a good boy, but this day he wasn't in the mood for pictures. Maybe because he isn't really used to being at my grandmas since we hardly ever go over there. It was the third time that we had gone over there since he was born! I am a horrible grandson, I know. This first picture will have grandma, dad, Triton and myself. Many people who know me and have never met my father are surprised that he is my dad. Crazy hippy man huh? He is one of 3 brothers and is also the only one that decided to remain in the 70s. His other two brothers (Paul and Phil) have short hair, okay they are bald, but so is my dad if he were to pull his hair back you would be able to see. They aren't all completely bald, but for sure have a 2 x forehead. Yes, I know that I do too, but I have a beautiful wife and a cute baby boy so most people won't even see my baldness because all eyes are on them. The next photo adds in my stepmother Dena and half brother Zack.
Zack is a senior in high school and is already engaged! He is mature for his age, that is why he was elected to take care of the house while we visited my mom in Seattle. Do I think it wise to get married right out of high school? Who does? To each their own and I of course wish him the best and hope everything turns out in the long run. He has a sister (my step-sister) named Stacy, she is a few years younger than me, and has 3 children of her own. Brent, same name as the father is the oldest, next is Morgan (I hear she is a little pill) and then Brendan. We never see them, but hope they know that we wish them the best and they are always in our prayers. Dena has been with my father for many years. They have had their ups and only a few downs, so looking at everything now, I think they are happy with everything. Of course they want to win the lottery and never work again, but who doesn't?? Okay there are those crazy people who would still work, but me I would be happy golfing! Dena has always treated me well, before and after my father and I didn't speak for some 5 or 6 years.
Grandma (Joyce) has been alone for a long time. My grandfather (William) passed away one of those years that my dad and I weren't in touch and I didn't even go to the funeral. I must have been 12 or 13, I will have to find that out for sure. I would to have liked to have attended the funeral, but I wasn't ready to face my dad. Can't even remember what our disagreement was in the past, but it is all in the past now.
Sheri had a church meeting to attend this day, thus she isn't in the picture. My dad had already scheduled the time and didn't know what time we had church, so I skipped out and went to grandma's. I skip church often. There are two times a month that I skip because of work, and the other two times I skip just to skip? It is bad I know! About one of those times that I skip a month it is because I have a bowling, golf and very rarely a poker tournament. I skip just to skip nonetheless, but I know that I need to start going again.
Speaking of church, Triton (Sunday before last) was able to wear his church outfit that my mother gave him for Christmas. Here he is wearing it on that day. I think that he looks much older than 20 months? Sometimes we take pictures of him and I swear he looks like he is 4 years old.

It could just be me, but I don't see a boy that isn't potty trained in these pictures? Maybe the one where Sheri is holding him, but the other one just looks like he is much older to me. Also in case you were ever needing to know of some other uses for a waste basket, Triton is here to demonstrate a couple of his own ideas.




I did break the $30 mark on Pokerstars last night and already broke into the $40s on Fulltilt. Didn't play very long, last night, wasn't feeling all that well. I will hopefully post another blog tonight letting all know how my mom is doing and what is going to happen.

Just About

Well, the goal of raising each online poker site to $30 is almost complete. I only need another quarter on Pokerstars and I am there. There was a promotion on PS a week ago that aided in me losing about $10, so I was down to $17.17. If you were at the table that was dealt the 25 billionth hand you were guaranteed to win at least $12,000. I was about 300 hands away from that hand, but there were also other promotions for every millionth hand dealt up to that point as well, I didn't get dealt in any. If you were the winner of the 25 billionth hand you were going to win $100,000. I guess the girl that won the 20 billionth hand only had $12.00 in her account at the time. It would have been nice, but ended up costing me ten bucks. Amount of time it took me to reach $30 on UB was 2,913 hands, when I started just under $15. Dang Pokerstars has taken me 3,564 hands to make $3.42, so who knows how many more hands it will take me to get that needed 25 cents?

Triton is getting sick, I am thinking and hoping that it is just a cold. I can't stand it when he is sick. Just feel helpless watching his sad puffy face and red nose.

City bowling tournament was this weekend, or was for our team. There are still two weeks of the tournament left, but it doesn't matter I am probably not going to get any money back. I averaged just over 200 which isn't too bad, just won't earn any money. It was kind of sad, but I looked at my schedule wrong and thought that I didn't have to work this weekend. I did in fact have to work, so here is how my Friday night/ Saturday went. I wake up Friday morning at 7:30am, take care of Triton until about 2:00pm, my uncle Henry took him from then until Sheri was off from work. I take a nap from 3:00 to 6:30, get up and go bowl our normal league. Go to work at 11:00pm, get off from work take a nap from about 8:45 to 11:30, go bowl from noon until 7:15pm. Go home, take nap from 7:45 to 10:45 and then go back to work. It was a long day and a half so I can't complain about my bowling when I only had three hours of sleep. Thanks to Henry and Barbara for watching Triton on the occasional Friday afternoon.

Tomorrow is the day we find out the course of action needed for my mom to overcome this dang breast cancer. I have been drained ever since she has told me. So, I hope that the energy that I have been lacking has been being transferred to her.

I Knew It!!

Last Friday I was at work during the day for a meeting. I received a phone call from my mom shortly after the meeting was over. I asked her how her sex change operation was going. A week or so earlier I had called my mom and talked to her for a bit, but found out that she was busy. Too busy to talk to her own son? She informed me that she would let me in on knowing what was going on at a later date. That is where the whole joke about her having a sex change stemmed from. I was giving her a hard time about not telling me what was going on. After the normal opening greetings and pleasantries I asked her again how her sex change was going. She informed me the reason she wasn't able to talk very long on the previous call. It was because she was at the doctor's office. No, not really getting a sex change. She was in fact having a mammogram done because she had discovered a lump. I guess that two samples were taken for testing as well.
I was strong in the first part of the conversation, but after a few minutes I of course began to cry. Triton was with me at work because they had pizza at the meeting and he loves food. My bosses and other co-workers kept and eye on Triton during my phone conversation, which was really nice. Thanks to all that helped in watching my little monkey. My mom then informed me that results were due in on Tuesday.
On my mom's side of the family tragedy has been an enigma to us, and for that we have been blessed. My grandfather passed away some years ago, but he wasn't ever close to any of us grandchildren. My grandmother and grandfather weren't together but a few years after I was born. I have only have one memory of him. His own children were estranged from him for those last years of his life as well. Aside from him we really haven't had any sort big medical scares or deaths. My grandmother is a looney bin, and of course she has been in and out of the hospital, but anyone who knows her also is aware that she is going to tough it out. She is too stubborn to let anything take her down. Thus, she has never put a scare into me as far as losing her. Maybe this is why I was so calm when talking to my mom when Tuesday finally came around.
I waited until about 11:30am and my mother hadn't called, so I decided to call her. She didn't answer? I wasn't too worried, actually figured that she had already found out and didn't want to let me know yet. I guess she was on her way back home, and she isn't the kind of person who will answer her phone while driving. Thus the call finally came in, and she told me that her test was in fact abnormal or positive for breast cancer. I was surprised by how I was able to hold it together during this conversation. I didn't cry once. I didn't want to let her off the phone so that she could call grandma and let her know, but either than that I was strong? Nobody in our family ever has anything wrong with them? Josh (my cousin) seems to be the only one in the family that has had something wrong befall him, and that is because he was a crack baby. Not really, but I always give him a bad time over his ailments because, hey, I can. He has had a broken arm, broken clavicle, acid reflux which forced an operation to fix, but even those things are nothing. I was just giving him a bad time because nothing is ever wrong with anyone. I guess I needed to have my appendix removed this last year, but either than those petty things, this has got to be the worst news ever. I also knew that it was going to come back positive. I hadn't really thought or worried about it over the weekend, except the night after the meeting, but right before she told me on the phone, I knew it. I knew that she was going to tell me that the test came back positive. It sucks, and I guess maybe there is a reason that she moved to Seattle after all. She moved to Seattle some 6 or so years ago as mentioned in a previous blog. I believe that she moved there because of some man? He and her have since split, yet she didn't move back here. I guess there are better doctors and knowledge there than would be here, so maybe I can leave her alone about moving back, for now. That is until she overcomes this obstacle. As soon as you are well mom, you had better move back. I guess on the 24th she is to have a meeting with the doctors to discuss the best course of action to take. There was some good news as well. Only one of the two samples that came back was positive for cancer. The other biopsy which was taken from the lymph node came back as normal and therefore wasn't cancerous. I guess this is a way good news because the lymph node cancer can spread throughout the body. Waiting until the 24th for more news...

Up and Down With the Technology

Sunday morning (Superbowl Sunday), Triton awoke and was his normal rowdy self. Running around the living room, throwing legos and happy as could be. He hadn't ate much breakfast, but did eat a few grapes.

I was on the couch watching the Australian Open, which sucked by the way, when Sheri mentioned that something was wrong with Triton. He had tired all of the sudden, and I just figured that he hadn't had enough breakfast and was hungry. He laid down on the floor, which he never does, next to Sheri. I picked him up and Sheri noticed that his pupils were way small even though it was fairly dim in our home. His pupils wouldn't dilate, and he was beyond acting normal. He laid next to me on the couch without sleeping for roughly 20 minutes while we watched tennis. He loves watching tennis. He even clapped and made some noises here and there, but nothing in the same realm as his norm. We decided to wait out this little episode and see if he might start feeling better before taking him into the doctor. Sheri had called her sister-in-law to see if she knew of what might be wrong and we were waiting on her call. Triton decided to get up and go to his mommy who was sitting in a chair across the room. He held out for one year seven months and ten days before throwing up. Of course he had the normal baby spit up here and there, but even that was only a couple of times. I was all ready to take him into Community Care, because his normal doctor's office didn't open for another 3 hours or so. We changed his clothes, basically were ready to go when he wanted to play. I said that maybe we could wait a while longer and see if a nurse at his office would answer some questions. Of course at Community Care they just want your money, so don't ever bother to ask them a question. He only played for a bit and wanted to lay down again. He took a short nap next to me on the couch, but when he awoke his eyes still weren't dilating. I gave him a few crackers to see if that might settle his stomach, but he rejected those as well. He was acting much better though, and it was close to 1:00. We didn't call the doctor because he held down some banana. His pupils seemed to be the only concern at this point. We laid him down for a nap, at 2:00 or so, just to put him in his crib so that he wouldn't overdue himself. I think that he threw up the crackers early on because Sheri doesn't know how to sit still. She is always up cleaning or doing something. Which is fin of course, but Triton needed to take it easy. He was up with her in the kitchen area, and I think that he over did it just a bit, and thus the reason for the cracker refund. I didn't help clean up that mess because I didn't think that it would have happened had Sheri not been up and around. Triton was in his room for the better part of an hour without sleeping. I checked on him here and there to make sure he was okay and hadn't thrown up again, but I wanted him to take it easy. We allowed him to get back up, even though he hadn't slept. He was acting a lot better and his eyes seemed to be dilating a bit. He finally took a good nap, and the above picture is of him later that night. He is watching The Incredibles on my Ipod. After that second long nap, everything was back to normal. We allowed him to stay up a bit later that night because we wanted to keep and eye on him and he had been inactive all day. He was fine all day yesterday, everything was normal, he ate his normal sized meals and hopefully whatever he had has passed? Maybe it was a bad grape?