I might be just starting on a similar adventure. During the last three-monthly checkup, doctor took a bit longer than usual studying the latest blood-test results and said he'd better have a word with the hospital and mentioned "biopsy."
Two days ago a letter arrived and I burst out laughing at one paragraph: "We assess all patients so those who are most in need are seen first. Your condition has been assessed as urgent priority, and based on this you will receive an appointment within four months."
Gotta pity those poor sods whose cases are not urgent!
It's not a big deal to me because I've had regular dealings with the medical profession all my life, and in 1983, due to a whiplash injury when playing rugby in 1963, my health was becoming so bad that I gave up on doctors and their drugs, which often made me worse, and fully expected to be dead before the end of 1987.
Long story short, as a last resort I tried fringe healers and fortunately picked some good ones. They gave me back a life. The doctors and specialists had only ever treated the symptoms of my injury, whereas a chiropractor, followed by New Zealand-trained osteopaths and a brilliant naturopath, treated the causes of all the symptoms, which were displaced vertebrae and the effects which they produced. I could see the problems in the chiroprator's x-rays.
However, it proved to be a bit late and a severe case of chronic fatigue hit in 1989 and I've been a full-time invalid ever since. The good news is, since late last year the chronic part of the fatigue seems to be going away at last, so it's more a case of occasional bursts of acute fatigue nowadays. Winter will tell.
Still, ya gotta die of something! I'm 69 now and there's still a chance it might be just old age for me. Yahoo!
Best wishes, OBM.
