I’m riled up because an innocent child is dead. As for your information, Hodgkins is one of the most cost-effective cancers to treat and doesn’t cost anything as you have implied. Actually, it is YOU who have no idea what you are talking about.
Incidentally, this story was reported a year ago and because it’s a local situation, I believe I have enough facts to make some fairly accurate assessments. The reporter only reported facts provided by the prosecutor’s office and one of my old chums works there (for whatever it’s worth).
And even my mother’s cancer didn’t cost MILLIONS to treat and she went through months of chemo and radiation. In fact, she was dx with a second cancer two years later and the TWO cancers together didn’t even cost near the numbers you are portraying.
Talk about clueless. See what happens when you try to buffalo people who actually have REAL life experiences. Go away please and waste no more of my time.
It is one of the most “cost-effective” cancers to treat? It’s still expensive. When I went through non-Hodgekins Lymphoma (yes, the deadlier variety), it was actually the cost I stated. We went through every single bill. I joked with my dad that I could go back and take another aspirin, and he looked at me and said it would be $3 over then.
An innocent child is dead. It’s a tragedy. If he’d made it to care in time and the parents couldn’t afford it, and he was placed in sub-standard care, you’d be riled up that he couldn’t afford the care.
Something happens to people sometimes, and they go into a state of denial. I’ve seen it before.
I had a roommate who passed away one night early on in a week. His mother came back for the next 4 days and kept wandering around looking for him. She was told several times by the nurses that he was gone, and she kept saying it had to be that he was getting a test.
I sat with him the night he passed away and talked to him. He was very calm. And he finally closed his eyes and just stopped. It was like he was sleeping, but he wasn’t breathing. I called the nurse and she came in. He told me she wouldn’t take it well. He was right.
I’m sorry your mother had cancer twice. My uncle had a brain tumor and through his two rounds of treatment, it cost the family, the insurance company, the church volunteers who pitched in financially to help, and his brothers and sister, nearly $1.5 million over the 4 years for the care, Hospice, medicine, hospital stays, etc.
Please don’t tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’ve been there, I’ve walked through all aspects of it, and have cancer hanging over my head daily. Every lump, bump, bruise, rough spot or just general bad feeling brings on the worry, and every day, when I get up, I feel the pain from the 27 spinal taps, the 9 bone marrow tests the 1 epidural patch in my back. Please don’t try to tell me you know what I know.
The parents seem to have been somewhat low-life scum. But, the dog story was designed to inflame, not inform. And the fact of the matter is that they probably didn’t realize or understand. Because they were ignorant parents, bad parents, etc, they probably didn’t understand how serious it was and just thought the boy was whining.
And you say you have real life experiences. Tell me, how many cancer patients have you held the hand of and counselled as they were taking their last breaths? I know how many I did.
How many cancer patients did you raise money for to have better resources? I know how many I did.
How many cancer patients have you shared a hospital room with? I know how many I have.
How many needles have you had stuck in you for various procedures and treatments? I know roughly how many I have (I still lose count of the one week).
How many times have you had to have your teeth worked on because of the wear and tear that throwing up from chemo wore away the enamal of your teeth?
How many times have you had to pass up a drink of soda or a bite of bread or a steak because that week, the chemo had changed your taste buds to a point where they tasted like licking an aluminum can?
How many times have you had a needle stuck in your back and told “Don’t move”?
How many times have you had to lay in bed at night praying that tonight would be your last because it hurt to damn bad to continue?
Do you want me to continue, or do you realize that I actually DO have the experience that you claim so righteously to have?
People like you make me sick.
You think you know everything about a situation and when someone comes along who has real experience, you claim they’re lying. I can guarantee you that I know more about the pain of chemo than I would ever hope you do. If you have to go through it, you’ll understand, but no matter how much anger you bring out in your dismissive, condesending and arrogant assault on my honor, I’d never wish it on you. And THAT comes from experience. Not “Go away please and waste no more of my time”.