WOW, how sad-we were talking at work the other day about all the things we did
as children and wondered if it would all come back to haunt us in our grownup
years...this is such a sad story.....I have met a dr. just like the one that is
talked about here, unfeeling-so detached.....it was the day my baby passed away,
the Dr. told me Quote, unQuote..."I'm so sorry hun, but your baby is dead"....
OMG, how the world stood still what seemed like forever, this happened to me 29
yrs ago, and still today I hear those words, and they still hurt just as much
today as they did back then....how in the world some Dr's can be so unfeeling is
beyond me....but I do have to say there are so many physicians out there that
are NOT like that...when I found out I had cancer, my Dr that did the biopsy,
who only had seen me only 2 times, sat there after telling me my results of the
biopsy with tears running down his face....you would of thought he was the one
with the diagnosis of breast cancer
instead of me...so not all dr's are the same, there are so many out there that
hurt right along with you, some show it openly, and some hold it inside.....Hugs
to each of you.


kiran dil <kiran_dil123@...> wrote:
He was only a child when it begun -and he played as children do- in
his yardwith his toy cars and tip trucksBut his sand was asbestos blue?
In December 1999, my husband and I were walking home from a game of lawn bowls
when I became aware of his shortness of breath. I was surprised and concerned
when he told me that he had experienced this on several occasions. Believing
this to be due to chest a infection, I made a doctor's appointment for him the
next day.
Chest X-rays revealed fluid on the lungs, over two litres of which was drained,
giving Brian immediate relief, but it was a tense wait for the pathology
results.Through the Internet I had become aware of several conditions which may
have been responsible for fluid on the lung; these included asbestos- related
diseases. Brian had lived in Wittenoom as a child and I was afraid of his
diagnosis. Not wanting to worry him unnecessarily, I did not mention my fears to
him. I prayed that he had pleurisy or pneumonia but the pathology results
revealed that there were cancer cells present.
When Brian finally received his diagnosis, my worst nightmare became reality. He
had pleural mesothelioma, a terminal cancer of the lung caused by the inhalation
of asbestos dust. We found it inconceivable that the disease was the result of
Brian inhaling asbestos dust as a child and that it had lain dormant for
forty-five years before become lethal.
We were still reeling from the shock when, without preamble, the young doctor
gave his prognosis. His exact words were, "Three to nine months, I reckon". That
he could say this so unfeelingly amazed me. His total lack of compassion did not
encourage even the small comfort of tears. I felt as if Brian and I had been
shot and from that moment on we were waiting to drop.
Undoubtedly, were mortally wounded. We suffered shock, disbelief, anger,
helplessness and utter despair; in fact all the symptoms of grief one feels when
a loved one has actually died. Once again we found ourselves with no control
over our lives. This time however, there was no light at the end of the tunnel.
Our journey through terminal illness had begun.
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