Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Anger and Bitterness
Negativity is seeping from my pores. Most of the time I handle it, but some days...it gets the best of me. Right now I hate most "medical professionals", those who don't care, those with the big egos, those without enough time. This round of bitterness stems from an e-mail last night from the surgeon at Stanford. He hasn't heard back from Dr. Friedman and feels that we should, after all, see the endocrinologist he works with. Why don't we just come back down to Stanford and see what he has to say? Ummm...maybe because I don't care what he has to say? Maybe because Alex doesn't need to suffer through another 7 hour day of driving? Maybe because he will say he has a different opinion and doesn't think that a BLA is the best decision? I am well aware that Alex's case is "complex". Why do these guys get to spend a half hour with a patient and determine what is "best". Okay, so they went to medical school while I was at beauty college, but I am the one who has exhaustively researched what is right for my child. I guess this means we got to S.F. for the Friday appointment with Dr. Duh. I suppose he will say the same thing?