Apr 7, 2009

Common sense is the best sense

Well I have been trying to find some solitude to write. I was blown off all day yesterday and reached the point where enough is enough. My family member is en route as I type to Augusta Ga to the closest VA hospital. They didn't want to be 3 hours from home, but I am tired of the lack of care in this rural area. This local hospital simply isn't equipped to give the treatment needed. Maybe if you need a few stitches or you break a leg, yeah, than they are fine. Anything else, nada. Mind you, they rushed me to get in there and had me pay out of pocket to get all these tests done. Once they received my money, no one will talk to me. Spent the day yesterday doing tons of online research and after much thought decided that is what the VA is for. Medical care for veterans who have served this country. I wish there was one closer to home, but there isn't. The only other VA hospital is in South Carolina. I guess the one thing that Baltimore did spoil me with was health care. I was always near John Hopkins University or a satellite thereof, or a VA hospital all within 20 minutes of my old house. This growth in the throat is getting larger daily. I have watched a loved one lose 25lbs in 3 weeks. They are no longer able to swallow anything except liquids. The local doctors are like, just hang in there and we are waiting for tests. Sorry, that is unacceptable in my book. This growth is starting to interfere with their breathing ability. I consider myself to be a reasonably intelligent person, so with my lay men's judgement I made the VA call and pray it is the right one. It has to be better than nothing happen and everything staying static, yet the tumor is growing. So someone that is very dear to me is now three hours away, but in my heart I know that the ball will start rolling and the treatment that is needed will at least begin in someway, shape or form. Forgive this next snotty comment, but I really think that in this little town they are used to people seeing a white coat and the word Dr. on a white lab coat and accepting whatever is being told and just saying "Yes, ma'am or sir", no questions asked. Sorry, but God gave me a brain and I am not the one to be spoon fed horseshit. Whew, feel much better that I got this off my chest. The crazy train in my brain has finally slowed down and I am able to regroup and think. If anyone who reads my writings please, trust me, don't be afraid to question something if it doesn't feel right. God gives us intuition for a reason. That little voice is there for us to listen to. This is my last posting for about 3-4 more days. Thanks for the support of everyone who reads, comments and even those who lurk. My prayers are with everyone.


the walking man said...


I'll be back in the morning but I found this in my bookmarks

the walking man said...

I got over that doctor as god thing years ago...glad you did too Lori. While the VA may not be the best care anywhere it is better equipped for what he needs than Hooterville.

Patricia said...

I have been in the hospital that you are talking about. As I said we live 35 miles from Augusta and although I've never had a stay at the VA there, I've heard nothing but good things. I will continue to pray.