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Off My Chest

            After my double mastectomy surgery, I have very little other than scars on my chest. I lost most of my time in 2010 to medical and chemotherapy appointments.

            Three years later, I heard my oncologist confessed to selling his patients (and their insurance companies) drugs which were not FDA approved. The judge reduced his sentence to two years. Only two years? And his clinic’s fine was $4.5 million. Who gets that money? The patients? Don’t think so, since I haven’t seen a penny of it. What about the insurance company? My Blue Cross Blue Shield EOBs (Explanation of Benefits) didn’t get adjusted.

            What about the surviving family members of those who lost the cancer battle, because this doctor didn’t sell approved drugs, or store them properly? What about the trust all his patients put in him? We put our lives in his hands. I didn’t trust the medical community before, but given no other choice, I gambled that the AMA and a licensed doctor had my health interests in mind when I was treated.

            I understand some good came from this case, because Congress passed a bill making sentencing and fines stiffer in such cases. Whoo Hoo! That really helps for past transgressions. (sarcasm intended) Besides, the judge decided not to impose the maximum sentencing in this case, because the “good” doctor confessed. So what if he did?  To quote a TV series character Beretta “He did the crime, he should do the time.”

            I really don’t want to dwell on this. Thank you for letting me vent. Now maybe I can clear this negative energy. I will continue positive thinking and alternative therapies. I intend to work on preventing any future medical problems so I don’t need to put my trust in medical drugs. Did you see my before (bald head) and after (new hairdo) pictures on this blog and Facebook? I’m celebrating my anniversary of three years since chemotherapy – and look forward to the rest of my life.

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