Miss Treated
I was at the specialist yesterday, expecting grim routine, probably a change in my dose.
Instead, he came in and said he's stopping all treatment, my disease is untreatable, and that he is no longer my doctor. Among other joys.
I still don't know how to respond to this. Not in any rational way.
I love House. Most of that is the charm of caustic Hugh Laurie, of course. But, oh, I laugh a lot at the depiction of medical care. I've told people I'd love it if doctors were cruel AND did their jobs. If pain had a purpose. I don't expect compassion, I don't expect a cure. I would be fucking happy if somebody just pretended go through some motions without blaming me for not getting better by random magic. The biggest cheat in House isn't the timeline; it's that the doctors keep trying to treat the person until, you know, the patient is actually dead. It's a myth I want to believe in. And it's a terrible fucking lie.
I--
This is pointless.
The end sum is this: All treatment is gone, so hope is too.
Instead, he came in and said he's stopping all treatment, my disease is untreatable, and that he is no longer my doctor. Among other joys.
I still don't know how to respond to this. Not in any rational way.
I love House. Most of that is the charm of caustic Hugh Laurie, of course. But, oh, I laugh a lot at the depiction of medical care. I've told people I'd love it if doctors were cruel AND did their jobs. If pain had a purpose. I don't expect compassion, I don't expect a cure. I would be fucking happy if somebody just pretended go through some motions without blaming me for not getting better by random magic. The biggest cheat in House isn't the timeline; it's that the doctors keep trying to treat the person until, you know, the patient is actually dead. It's a myth I want to believe in. And it's a terrible fucking lie.
I--
This is pointless.
The end sum is this: All treatment is gone, so hope is too.
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