One gets very little rational information from one's doctor these days. More often than not, it's a pushed drug in a five minute rushed appointment, that comes with a couple hundred dollar price tag.
I had severe abdominal pain for years. My doctor agreed with my shrinks, that the pain was all in my head. That way they found themselves under no moral obligation to find out the cause, I suppose. In fact, the very last time I ended up on a psyche ward happened in part because of my ongoing severe abdominal pain. I ended up at Portland Adventist, on their psyche ward, where I was beaten so severely a disc ruptured into my spinal cord. They discharged me into a snow and ice storm, without shoes or coat. This criminal behavior by Portland Adventist psyche ward staff was reacted to, when I told people, including my doctor, what had happened, made them feel the lumps on my head, as if it was normal.
Anyhow, the next year, I finally got a referral to a gynocologist. She was young, just out of school, and told me it must be normal abnormalities. I said, "What?"
"You know, normal abnormalities," she repeated. I said "What the hell are you talking about, you're talking nonsense, doesn't even make sense." She then repeated herself, very loudly and slowly, as if I was both deaf and retarded. I left.
Months later, still in severe pain that made it difficult to sit or even fasten a seat belt over my left side, I got a referral to another young gynocologist who went to the same church my PCP did, apparently. She also was new to practise. She left the room, no examination, and came back, smiling proudly, with a sheet, listing prescriptions and drugs she could prescribe for PMS. She had a glow to her eyes.
I said "You know, you're scaring me. You have no idea what might even be wrong with me. And you look like a street drug pusher." I refused her drugs and walked out.
MOnths and months after that, I asked my doctor again, please couldn't something be done, wasn't there an older wiser gynocologist or something he could refer me to. So I was sent to a forty something who advised surgery after ordering an ultra sound that showed several large growths in my belly, some grapefruit size. I was worried. I thought I had ovarian cancer. I put my affairs in order. The doctor didn't know what they'd find.
In recovery after surgery, the doctor stopped by. "You don't have cancer," she said, "but you have endometriosis all over your insides." She'd taken photos and I looked at them. They were splendid photos.
She burned spots off my colon and my left uretor and removed three large endometriomes and one that was fastened to one ovary with that ovary. I had never heard the word "endometriosis" before. Why in the world had not someone mentioned the possibility to me? Not one of these damn doctors had. And not one of them would tell me a damn thing about it or what causes it or if it would grow back.
I did some research. The most common cause is dioxin exposure. Yet you don't hear about that, do you? Dioxins are in everything, but most commonly, in pesticides, insecticides, organochlorides of all sorts. I"ll never use those chemicals again to kill yard weeds and insects or promote the growth of a neon green fake lawn. You folks out there reading this shouldn't either. Click the post title to go to just one of the articles out there linking dioxins to endometriosis.
My exposure may have come from years of forced psychiatric drugs. Sometimes they had me on up to nine different drugs, court ordered, too, if I tried to refuse to take them. Talk about slavery, the psyche system in tandom with drug companies make a killing by taking away the civil rights and freedoms of people, with the help of labels, shrinks using subjective diagnostics, and even the court system.
Tonight, I was reminded of my endometriosis issues, when searching "mammogram scams". I just had my mammogram and once again am suspicious it wasn't ever really done or read. I am not sure why I don't trust much that goes on at Good Sam to be on the up and up. I suppose it's the long history, the lies after my neck injury, calling severe pain "mental issues" without real cause, when there always was a real cause, and the endorsement of extreme drugging and bad diagnoses by their psyche ward shrinks. Maybe it was also denial of OHP covered diagnostics for my back problems.
An operating room nurse friend of mine who works in the Portland area told me OHP pays for back diagnostics and surgery all the time up there, and the fact I could not get diagnostics or surgery, indicated to her a criminal denial by my OHP HMO, here owned by Good Sam, of covered services.
The only reason I got back surgery was intervention from God him or herself. I got reviewed, after over 20 years on SSI, and switched to SSD and Medicare. For six months, I had a window open up where I was on no HMO at all, just medicare. Yahoo. I got diagnostics that showed a disc hardened over a nerve root in my lower back.
By then, the nerve impulse to parts of my right knee ended, with soon to be follow up to a lot of the rest of my right leg. I couldn't walk anymore. Surgery cured that. I was soooooo very lucky. Like I say, right afterwards, I got switched into an HMO also owned by Good Sam and likely would be in a wheelchair had it not been for God him or herself, who decreed, "I need her walking to help the strays." I may be putting words in God's mouth, so I probably shouldn't have said that.
I'm sure Good Sam was only trying to save money. They run those HMO's, one for the Oregon Health Plan and one for Medicare. That's what HMO's do, deny service to some so they can use it elsewhere. But there are lists of covered services under OHP and Medicare and HMO's are not supposed to deny those covered services. According to my nurse operating room friend in Portland, back diagnostics and surgery if needed are covered services.
I realize I am very lucky to have any medical at all. I know that, so I'm not really complaining much. I could walk again, so it turned out wonderful for me. I would have lost the nerve impulse to my right leg, my PCP doctor told me later, which would have died from lack of nerve impulse and I might have eventually lost it. I still have trouble with my right knee.
Doctors just want to do their job. I bet it raises their hackles to be told by HMO's a patient cannot have something to save them, and that they need to make up a story to tell them that might not be true, in order to deny them care.
I guess I could be described as in awe of or a groupee of the two neurosurgeons who saved me---a big time fan, first when the one in Eugene sucked the disc out of spinal cord, saving my life, then in Corvallis of the doctors who restored my ability to walk. I mean my gawd in heaven, what heroes. That's something else to do that for a person!
But maybe I'm hoping I didn't get irradiated in my recent mammogram at all now, because, in searching "mammogram scams", I found a lot of research suggesting mammograms may be causing breast cancer in some cases (from low level radiation) and that there is a rather shady relationship going on between the Breast Cancer Awareness Month people and a company called AstroZenica or something like that.
Seems that company not only makes a breast cancer drug, but they also manufactures organochlorides, widely implicated as cancer causing agents.
So the company both manufacturing a drug that treats cancer, (their drug doesn't cure it), and the chemicals that cause cancer is in league with the mammogram crowd. Oh boy, life is complicated.
But this I do know: stay clear of dioxins and organochlorides, if you can. I know they're everywhere, but you can do a few things to keep exposure down.
One article I read mentioned vegetarians have lower concentrations of these toxic agents in their body fat. Why? Top of the food chain carnivores concentrate toxins of lower carnivores and herbivores. If you eat meat, the animal you eat already concentrated toxins in its flesh, being a mid level food chain inhabitant. The higher up on the food chain a carnivore or omnivore is, the more likely they are to concentrate toxins in their own body. Vegetarians eat bottom of the food chain plants and nuts, so conentrate far fewer toxins.
The reasons for my mammogram suspicions this time? lack of precautions by the tech doing it. She stood about four feet away at a computer, that's why. I thought cumulative exposure to even low level X-rays was harmful. I thought the techs usually wear something clipped to their jacket and when they have accumulated over the years a certain amount, they're gone from that job. That's what I thought. Maybe that's a myth.
She stood behind a piece of plexiglass attached to the computer desk. I am thinking to myself, "Plexiglass doesn't stop radiation. It takes mass. I read somewhere at some point if there was a nuclear explosion and you wanted to spend time in a safe room, you would need sixteen inches of mass, like concrete, better yet lead or steel, to keep those rays from getting through.
X-rays are just radiation, particles, that travel through you, slowed down by harder objects, thereby leaving disparent shadows reflecting hardnesses of things in your body. Something like that.
I heard about Gamma rays once. Those particles go through anything. I heard about them when I was watching some alternate explanation of the disappearance of dinosaurs on a Discovery channel show. The details are fuzzy. My memory isn't what it used to be.
I think the gist of the show was that a far distance burst of gamma rays was released, maybe when a planet was dying or forming, can't remember which, that hit the earth causing an immense local warming of the waters, that could have spawned extreme hurricanes and we're talking several massive storms. It was theorized these massive storms caused by gamma ray warming could have created a catastrophe big enough to cause climate change and the demise of species including dinosaurs.
I am a Cat Woman. My self-appointed mission in life is to save the feline world! To accomplish this mission, I get cats fixed. Perhaps my mission might be slightly delusional. This blog is a mishmash of wishful thinking, rants, experiences as I remember them and of course, cat stories and cat photos. I have a nonprofit now, to help keep the cats here cared for and to fix community cats. Happy Cat Club formed in 2015. Currently, we are on a mission to fix 10,000 cats.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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