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11 years ago,I was diagnosed with prostate cancer by a licensed Urologist who has since retired. At the time, I was told I had "choices" to make as to how I should deal with it, once all the tests were done that indicated that the cancer was a certain size,
location, etc. Sorry, I don't keep records past 3 years, so I cannot categorize all of the numbers, etc.
My 4 options were:
surgery by this urologist. Seeds by an oncologist, EBRT by an oncologist, or watchful waiting. All the test that I had came back negative for metastesize, etc. At that time, I had a dreadful fear of being "put to sleep" for any reason. But, that's another long and painful story dating way back to childhood trauma. Let's just say that being a 4 year old locked in a pen away from anyone that I knew, and watching the girl next to me pass away, was only a small part of the events that sorta messed me up.
I called my older brother who was diagnosed with the same cancer years before I was diagnosed, and he said he had surgery, period. But I got an excellent reference to an oncologist at a prominant School of Medicine 30 miles from my home. I went to him with my documented "cancer" and he said I was to much of a risk for surgery due to the many allergies that I displayed. Said best bet was IBRT, after I had a colonoscopy to determine what was causing my chronic bleeding.
Just about stopped me there, as I heard they put you to sleep for those.
Just know that I had 9 weeks of the radiation followed 2 months later with an embarrassing stroke while on the job, followed by another "event" which led to CABG 4 days before Christmas, all in the same year. This was in 2004, when I had terrific health insurance paid for as a benefit of the full time salaried job,and as the year ended, I was home Christmas Eve, recovering from life saving surgery, on my heart, not the cancer.
But trouble started in Cardio Rehab as my BP would shoot up so high that I wasn't allowed to drive myself home. Then the "chronic radiation proctitis" forced me into short days, no days, and out the door and back into "disability" and several OP surgeries to try and give me my life back.
We spent the last of my 401K money on the attorney that helped us through chapter 7. Lost our home of 22 years the following spring. But I found a part time job that accommodated my having to find a bathroom at a seconds notice, as by then, I was officially "retired" and collecting Social Security at a nice rate as I maxed most of the years between 1970 and 1990 by August.
We raised 3 children, they are all working taxpayers with children. Etc.
My wife had emergency quint by-pass in 2001, but no cancer. Also had excellent health insurance and a professional position.
Since I cannot bring political "feelings" here, lets just say that I made most of my money because I worked in a Country that took pride in it's ability to negotiate from a position of strength, at one time. I was a front line negotiator with several manufacturers that employed bargaining unit men and women who worked extremely well for me. I share a lot about what keeps a persons soul in awe of something far more powerful than they can invision, plus a few things about pyrotechnical devices, etc. Not much.
Today, I live month to month without ever seeing a physician, and in some pain and a little anxiety. I have enough for the bills, so far. I'm trying hard to look forward but thinking that I'll wake up in another ambulance on my way to a hospital like I did in 2004. My question is this. When the ambulance driver and the paramedic find out I cant pay for the ride, do they just push me out the back door at a Walmart or drive me around until I expire?