I'm writing this to make sure everyone knows who and what your doctors are doing.
As of January, I have been battling Cancer for a year—a very long year.
In January of last year, I found a little lump that appeared just below my knee cap. At first, I was not too alarmed of this issue. I went to my doctor to find out what it was, and I was told that it was brucidious (a sack under the knee filling up with fluid), or an evasive blood clot. I was told "that it was nothing serious, and to come back if it started to bother me." Well time went on, and the lump proceeded to get just a touch bigger, along with a little discomfort. I was going to go back to my doctor, but there was a flu outbreak in the office, so needless to say I did not go. I went to another in our small town, and I received the same information, plus I got some blood drawn. It was nothing to worry about. It really was getting to a point that it started to bother me more. I had my husband take me to the emergency room (which I hate because you have to wait for so long)—anyway, the same old story. I went back to one other doctor, the one that drew blood. All this time had gone by, but I still had my lump and the discomfort. Finally, one of the doctors (the one that drew blood) took a sample out of the lump. In a matter of a couple of weeks, it went from a quarter-size lump to a lump the size of a tennis ball cut in half. After this had happened, I went back to one of the other doctors that I had gone to prior and was sent for an MRI. This was on a Friday, and I was told that Monday I would come in, and they would drain it. This is now June. I went in on Monday, and needless to say my world came falling down on me. As I sat in front of him he proceeded to tell me that I had "blah,blah,blah." I said "You mean to tell me that I have Cancer." He said "yes, but it will be fine because I can remove it for you." It was called Malignant Fybrocys Sarcoma (very fast moving and aggressive). I was in tears, distraught, and feared for my life. By Wednesday, he had me on the operating table and was removing this lump. After the surgery, he came in and told me that the surgery went well and that he thought by a margin of error that he had gotten it all. I was then sent to an oncologist, and I received the bad news. I still had cancer. The doctor that did the surgery was an orthopedic surgeon and not a cancer surgeon. We were asked why he had done the surgery because he wasn’t a cancer surgeon, and we did not know. We were then referred to a cancer surgeon. We went to go see him and was told by him that "he felt he was not qualified to do the follow-up surgery because it dealt with a little bit of bone, and all he did was muscle-bound Sarcomas." Thank you for being honest. He referred us to a doctor in Raleigh, North Carolina. We went with no hopes, but we found out that he would do this. First he believed in sending me to radiation, then the surgery. I did my six weeks of radiation. I did fine until my last two weeks. My leg was burned up, had quarter size blisters on it. Needless to say, I was not expecting this—meanwhile two more lumps showed up on my knee. On December 12, I went and had my second "major" operation and plastic surgery done. I spent two weeks there and am still bed ridden, but I am Cancer free.
I'm writing this not because I am looking for pity, but to inform everyone out there to know who your doctors are and what they are there to do. I was told by the oncologist, and by the surgeon, that if I would have had this done right the first time, that it might not have been to the extent that it had become. So please do research on your doctor and what it is he is licensed to do, because it could lead to bigger issues.