I knew that day on Mother's Day of 2008 something was wrong. I felt it. She drove up in her dark green SUV by herself to spend the weekend with me. I was excited the night before she came. Making sure her favorite foods, drinks and snacks were stocked up in my pantry. I so wanted to make her happy. Jeannette was loving and kind and I knew we would go shopping at some point in time and that she would insist on buying me things. That's the kind of daughter she was to me.
As soon as she arrived I noticed the look on her face. She looked tired and sad. I asked her what was wrong. She said she had been sick with the flu for two weeks and then she noticed a lump on her upper right breast. She went to Kaiser Hospital and the doctor's diagnosis was that she had a pectoral muscle inflammation and advised her to not work out too hard during her exercise. He gave her some muscle relaxers and pain medication. The last thing he said to her was that she was too young for a mammogram.
I wish I could find out who that doctor was. I would go seek him out and give him some Balderama medicine. Balderamas go right to the point. No holding back. Let's just say he would get some major "Putasos". I wonder if he would sleep well at night knowing he mis diagnosed my beloved daughter.
I was angry in 2008 and I am angry in 2013. I will be angry forever. I lost my daughter. She would still be here with me if not for all the mistakes, procedures, plans of care, etc. at the hands of those doctors.
As soon as she arrived I noticed the look on her face. She looked tired and sad. I asked her what was wrong. She said she had been sick with the flu for two weeks and then she noticed a lump on her upper right breast. She went to Kaiser Hospital and the doctor's diagnosis was that she had a pectoral muscle inflammation and advised her to not work out too hard during her exercise. He gave her some muscle relaxers and pain medication. The last thing he said to her was that she was too young for a mammogram.
I wish I could find out who that doctor was. I would go seek him out and give him some Balderama medicine. Balderamas go right to the point. No holding back. Let's just say he would get some major "Putasos". I wonder if he would sleep well at night knowing he mis diagnosed my beloved daughter.
I was angry in 2008 and I am angry in 2013. I will be angry forever. I lost my daughter. She would still be here with me if not for all the mistakes, procedures, plans of care, etc. at the hands of those doctors.
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