So it’s been 5 long years since I’ve been diagnosed with breast cancer. It has been a very long and painful process. SO if any of you have read my previous posts, you know the long story about my first breast surgeon and that he is an asshole of all assholes. The butcher is what I refer to him as. Today I have actually taken the initiative to fill out paperwork in order to file a complaint against him for not sending me for an MRI when he was told by the Dr who performed my biopsy that it was his recommendation. He was a cocky bastard and just waved his hand when I asked him about the other breast. He said the other breast was fine. Fine?!!! How the fuck did he know my left breast was fine for sure? Was he G-D and knew something I didn’t? he was arrogant and also didn’t seem to think I had a BRCA mutation. Again, was this man psychic perhaps or did he know something I didn’t ? You ask yourself why file now after five years? Why not? Why not file a complaint against a Dr who doesn’t send patients for an MRI, doesn’t believe in a mastectomies unless you have contralateral breast cancer and does biopsies without anesthesia.
Not listening to him actually saved my life. I turned out to be BRCA2 positive. Luckily my left breast came back ok at the pathology report after I finally had my mastectomy. Imagine if I would have never went to get genetically tested? The test saved my life and put me on a totally different path then I was planning. Well that’s life and it throws you for some shitty surprises. That’s when we have to put our very big girl panties on and march forward.
My best advice to anyone who is unfortunate enough to end up in my shoes, Do not let anyone tell you that you’re crazy or make you feel so if you think something is wrong. Go to a second and third and even fourth opinion if it will land you with the right Dr who will listen to you and who will advocate for you. When something doesn’t feel right, it’s because it probably isn’t. After all, you are your own best advocate.