Incompetant and Scandelous Doctors

I drove to Thousand Oaks to be with her on the day she had a surgery to install a port that would be used as a vein.  I remember she woke up in the morning and told me that after the surgery we would go shopping or to the movies, etc.  I told her I just wanted her to rest and not to worry.  She told me she had no time to rest.  She said she was living her life just as if this cancer had not come into her life.  I didn't understand this at all but in time I knew what she meant.  She did it for her children so not to disrupt their lives.  She did not want them to see her cry or be sad.  She cooked and cleaned her home everyday until almost the last year of her life.  Her cancer was diagnosed in May, 2008 and she died on September 3,2009.  Her life expectancy was supposed to be at least three years.  The type of cancer she had was aggressive.  It went into her breast bone and down her spine.  The radiologist was giving her radiation therapy twice per week for 8 weeks.  This was way too much radiation.  At first she didn't feel anything but then about a month into it she developed burns.  It hurt so much and she had to have a nurse come by and help her with her dressing changes on the burns.  Before long she called and told me that pieces of bones, that were later identified as rib bones, were falling out.  During one of several hospital admissions, the doctors discovered the reason for her bacterial infection was that one of the rib bones got infected.  That happened in June of 2009.  They grafted skin from her thigh to cover the hole.  In July of 2009 she was in the hospital to recover from the surgery.  Later in July she called and said she felt like she was having a baby.  The pains were so severe that she could not catch her breath.  She was rushed to the hospital and after an MRI the diagnosis was that the cancer had entered her spine and into the birthing nerves and that is why she was having contractions.  This was so horrible and to know I could not help her.  The medicines she was on was helping a little but not completely.  The doctors all came into her room and announced that they had a plan for her.  They said that they would take her off all drugs and start her on a pain releasing med called Methadone.  Jeannette was sitting up on the bed and crying.  I interrupted the doctors and asked them this.  "Do you know for a fact that Methadone will take all her pain away." They reassured me that it would and that Jeannette would be able to go home on hospice and live for at least another month.  I looked at Jeannette as she nodded yes to the doctors.  She couldn't even talk due to feeling like her world was coming to an end.  I hugged her and told her I would never leave her.  As it turned out, the doctors were wrong.  That stupid plan made her worse. The methadone did not work.  She was in the worst pain ever.  To top this awful situation, her chemotherapy doctor walked in after being on vacation and asked if she could run another MRI.  As far as I'm concerned, it was all about the money with those scandalous doctors at St. Josephs hospital in Ventura, Ca.  My Jeannette was at their mercy and they were the worst doctors.  I pray I never end up in that hospital.