When I began my cancer journey…my trips to new doctors who sent me to new doctors who sent me for mri’s, cat scans, and PET scans…I was afraid. I was afraid they would not understand I have mobility issues and would expect me to do something that would be impossible for me to do. It was very stressful always being fearful of the next doctors visit to a new place or a new treatment.
Through it all, everyone I came in contact with was understanding, helpful, patient and eextremely kind. They listened and worked with me to accomplish whatever it was I had to do even if it was something as simple as getting onto an exam table when I can’t stand up straight and arrived in a wheelchair. I have had months of wonderful and kind people who have been nothing but understanding and patient.
Until today…today…I met that one technician I always dreaded. The one who interrupted me and wouldn’t listen and then threw up her hands and left the room assuming I was being resistant when I was trying to explain one shoulder wouldn’t move a certain way and she was hurting me. After she left I totally lost it and fell apart. Probably partly due to fear of the results of this PET scan. All in all, a most unpleasant experience. I am glad it did not happen sooner. I wouldn’t have been able to get through all the chemo and radiation treatments if someone like her had been involved.
This was a good example of how a personal problem affected someones work ethic and I was the recipient. Just felt like venting a little.