Well, I went back to the dermatologist for biopsy results and stitches out today. He walked in the room, spent several very quiet minutes reading my path report, flipping back through pages and re-reading, and finally said, "Well, the pathology report says there's nothing wrong with your arm. Let me look at it again." I stick out my arm and he pulls down his little magnifier. Looks at my arm for a few minutes, then goes back to the report. Spends another minute reading, then says, "The problem is, this report is CRAP." He says, "You know, it wasn't even given to a dermatic pathologist, and that lab has two of them. I'm calling the lab and giving them "hello" about it, and then I'm going to be having a little converstation with my nurse, as well, because she should know better than to let them get away with this."
So...I'm on a steroid cream for two weeks to eliminate any inflammation in the tissue, then we'll re-biopsy two weeks after that, and this biopsy will to Richmond, Virginia to be read.
In the meantime, I guess I just have to keep looking at the "ugly spot," because it is back and bigger it was before the biopsy.
I'm bummed. Maybe I've just got a plain old case of leprosy.
Love and hugs,
BEV
Dämn girl, what is going on with this board? It seems that anyone who is having anything done is watching everything go wrong. It appears that everyone's planet Uranus is in the outhouse and staying there.
And to top it off, I'll bet they still charge you for their incompetence. You'll remain in my prayers until this is resolved.
Love You, Jo-Ann
A good friend will bail you out of jail...
but a true friend will be sitting
next to you saying,
"Dâmn... that was fun!".
Bev, sorry that this happened. Good grief, why is it we always end up on the end of medical incompetence?? Jo-Ann might have something. Something smells in the outhouse. Hope you get some answers soon. Hugs, Lauri
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Well the good news is he is honest. Nice to hear honesty for a change. No excuses. Boy I am sick of those excuses. I really am so sorry this has happened to you. I love the something smells in the outhouse idea. I will have to remember that one. Meanwhile we are waiting with you and hope all goes well. L&H JOYce
People are like tea bags, you have to put them in hot water to see how strong they are!
Oh NO! LIke JOYce said, (I like that) at least he was honest. Hope they get that outhouse cleaned up soon and you get correct results. Waiting here with you and sending hugs and prayers.
Merry Christmas
Sara
Merry Christmas
Sara
Sara Dearing
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Yes!! Three cheers for the doctor. But we need to get this thing taken care of on your arm. Out, out bad spot. That isn't quite the quote but you get the idea. LOL. Seriously, I am keeping your and your spot in my prayers. Love MK
Yeah, I gotta go wid da girls on this one. I was impressed with his honesty. I can imagine a doc keeping his mouth shut and keeping a patient in the dark about his complaint. Glad he didn't hope you're a little encouraged about that.
"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." -Confucius
Ellen
I'm praying it's a self-important break-out
"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." -Confucius
Ellen
bev- well at least he is honest and owned up to it, and is making it right, that is impressive. sorry you have to keep waiting though. guess mr. ugly gets to hang around a bit longer, but his days are numbered...
praying for ya
stef
To Do What I Do -Alan Jackson, 2004
praying for ya
stef
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"It's been worth everything I've been through,
To do what I do"
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Hooray for your dr's honesty, Bev, but boo to everything else. I'm so sorry this has happened to you. Try to relax until you know more. But the incompetency is mind-boggling. Hugs, Luci
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me lay an invincible summer. Albert Camus