Didn't Intend This Blog to be Depressing...

But that seems to be what's happened here, since it seems to be that I spend the most time out of the house during emergencies.

Have I mentioned that I hate hospitals? Let me explain part of the reason why.

Back in November, my fiancé's father was diagnosed with pancreatitus. To make a long story short, it wasn't pancreatitus. And the ulcer that they found two months later wasn't just an ulcer.

The man has stage 4 liver cancer. It's spread to his lymph nodes. It's blocking his bile ducts. He's jaundiced, and because it took them so very long to catch it, because they kept pawning it off on him being addicted to pain meds, or that his ulcer was from ibuprophen abuse, now he's dying.

If they'd caught it earlier, we might have been able to do something about it naturopathically. But now it's too late for even that. They can't do chemotherapy or radiation for various reasons, and he can't stop throwing up long enough for them to even get a CT Scan.

Tomorrow, they're supposed to do a liver puncture to drain his blocked bile ducts. If, that is, they can "find" an anesthesiologist, since it's memorial day weekend.

So, yeah. I hate hospitals. Maybe now you have an insight into why.
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