I have had so many problems with my treatment and when I saw this topic, I couldn’t resist. Please bear with me as it may turn into a rant for which I apologise now!
My Gp told me that I was not in the right age range (i am 42), I had no maternal family history of BC and that breast cancer was not painful, so therefore it is not likely to be breast cancer…(well she was wrong!)
My Oncologist went on 2 weeks holiday and so I had to wait for 3 weeks to get my results, then waited another 3 weeks to start chemo and yet they had told me my cancer was aggressive.
I have to have my chemo and radiotherapy in one hospital (over 50 minutes drive away), and my surgery in another. These hospitals are dreadful at communicating with each other and all sorts of letters, results etc go missing or can’t be located on the computer.
I am out of area for the hospital that I have to travel to for my chemo and radiotherapy which has caused huge delays and problems with my care in the community (eg picc line flushes and blood tests) as the hospital giving me the chemo will not fund the nurses in my area to come out and see me.
Each clinic appointment I have to wait at least 1 and a half hours, the longest was 2 and a quarter hours before I was seen. I then have to wait between 2 & 3 and a half hours for my chemo appt time to ensure that my chemo has arrived on the unit from the pharmacy (on the same day), and then once in the chemo unit have delays of up to an hour before they start the chemo drip. (On a chemo day I can be at the hospital for up to 8 hours having my clinic appt and chemo).
I have been allergic to the dressings for my picc line. I phoned tissue viability nurses & practice nurses etc to find out different dressings that they could try. I was told that the hospital had these different dressings in stock, but when I told the nurse treating me she said that she didn’t have time to find them and put on a dressing that I told her that I was allergic to, because she said she didn’t have anything else.
When I was told to go to the oncology ward after my arm was hot, swollen and red and oozy with an infection in my picc line, I overheard the nurse co-ordinator of the unit swearing, using my name and what they were going to do, because there were no bleeping staff to look after me or anywhere to put me. I later had the same person moaning and moaning about not having time to take my bloods and that I would just have to wait etc… After 4 hours of waiting on a chair in the middle of nowhere, I was sent to a ward and sat on a chair in the middle of nowhere whilst I waited for my results. They also left me with my picc line uncovered for more than an hour and a half whilst staff had lunch breaks and continued nursing patients in designated areas. My total time in hospital waiting that day was 11 hours! Not even a cuppa tea was offered or apologies.
After I got home from that horrendous day at the hospital I started to get the shivers as the infection started to set in. I called the hospital who advised me to have a paracetamol and let the antibiotics work. The shivering lasted 12 hours! I thought I was going to die, but after 2 calls to the hospital, they didn’t want me to return. The infection did get better but it took several days and more stressful calls to the hospital telling me to stay put and be monitored by a community nurse once a day.
I always have to wait for all my drugs from the pharmacy to come before I am discharged. Even after being there all day, having the same drugs each time. I still have to wait.
At my first clinic appt I asked the oncology registrar whether I could still use tampons whilst on chemotherapy. She told me that I could use a condom instead. Work that one out? When I suggested that there may be a communication problem and was there anyone else I could ask, she became very rude and told me ‘that they only deal with oncology there and not anything else’. I requested to see someone else the next time.
I could write more, but I am feeling more angry with each paragraph, so I will stop.
Thanks for allowing me to have my rant. They say there is always someone else worse off than you… Well, I feel sorry for whoever that is.
Lone