We were planning an early Christmas celebration in Melbourne to see Charlie, Tiff, Immy and my sister, Shirley. On Tuesday I took John to his poker game with a GP appointment an hour before. His blood tests weren't great so the GP sent him to hospital. Sounds an easy ask I hear you say? We arrived at the hospital at 1pm (poker game was missed)... he saw a doctor at 3.30am, 14½ hours after we arrived. He was still in the ED until 2.30pm Wednesday (today). Scans of his liver and pancreas tomorrow and probably surgery Friday. He is very jaundice and he's still losing weight despite one of surgeons believing that 25kg (over 55lb) in four weeks. was impossible and we must have made a mistake. I suggested that he look at John's jeans and polo shirt that were hanging on him. Obviously it is possible because that's what happened. I've left him for today. I'm exhausted as I've been away for 36 hours. Julia and Andrew are going to visit him after school.
I have to vent something... I hate that doctors look at John and immediately ask if we have an "end stage death plan". I gave them the same answer as I've always given: John will fight with all his might to survive and I expect no less than the doctors doing the same. I am pro-life and always have been and they should treat him or me if I was sick the same as they treat a younger person. Doctors: do no harm! John deserves every chance they can give him.
I have to vent something... I hate that doctors look at John and immediately ask if we have an "end stage death plan". I gave them the same answer as I've always given: John will fight with all his might to survive and I expect no less than the doctors doing the same. I am pro-life and always have been and they should treat him or me if I was sick the same as they treat a younger person. Doctors: do no harm! John deserves every chance they can give him.
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