The latest failure was when I took my husband to the doctor for terrible, persistent pain in his upper thigh. The doctor told him it was tendinitis. I told him to go back in and the tell the doctor to guess again. My husband refused, mainly because he was happy to hear that it was nothing serious. A year later, when he went for his physical, he told the doctor that the pain had gotten worse. The doctor ordered an x-ray and had the nurse call us on New Years Eve to tell us that it was a bone tumor. That same doctor was treating some friends of ours. He retired this summer and the friends chose a new doctor. That doctor found that their daughter, who is nine, has a 17% curvature of the spine and needs immediate treatment, that the other doctor missed. I could go on and on and on. My family has had more missed diagnosis (what's the plural of that word?) and wrong diagnosis (sp?) than right ones. Some have been fatal.
What do you call the med school grad with the lowest score in their class?
The same thing you call the valedictorian...
Hope your husband and your friends' daughter and doing OK now.