My mother underwent the surgery of the breast cancer yesterday. Actually, she had had another breast cancer six years ago, and has periodically had to take the medical check-up for this six years. Due to the check-up, the doctor could find quite small cancer on her remaining breast. That was incipient and completely different from the previous one, so it was not the metastasis. The operation was successful, and she is now stable.
Only one thing! that I never accept. You know, you should normally take the meeting between the doctor and the patient (and the family) that is called ‘the informed consent’. My mother naturally had one with my younger sister on last week. I suppose, my father should have participated in but we had already known by the lesson happened at the previous cancer that my father would be upset and could not make reasonable response to the doctor. Medical terms must have been far beyond over the geezer. I wanted to take it but the time of the meeting was just around when my son came back from school, so my younger sister took the role. After the informed consent, my sister told us the outlook about mother’s surgery roughly, and it didn’t seem so difficult.
So, yesterday, the operation was done safely and the nurse called us to the doctor to have the explanation about it, but the nurse said the only one person who could be allowed to enter the doctor’s room and the person was supposed to be named by my mother in advance on a certain paper and it was ME. I don’t know why it was me not my sister, but I guess my mother must have been attentive to my sister because my sister is pregnant. So, I went into the doctor’s room. He showed me the mass of flesh took out from her body and he started telling about the surgery so rapidly and with some jargon that I couldn’t understand. He was some how very offensive to me in the first place. He talked and talked as if I had not been there. I couldn’t understand at all what he said, but he seemed to say the operation was successful. So, I gave up to know what had happened to her, and also I had no idea what to say, so I asked him what kind of treatment she would take in the future, meds or radiation.
His answer was this. “What are you talking about?? なんのことですか？”(It’s very rude Japanese!)
I said “My mother’s cancer. What else?”
My words made him agitate…..
He continued ” You didn’t come to the informed consent, did you?? You should have come, if you want to know that, huh?? I had completely finished the informed consent and you should already know how your mother would be treated from now on!! You understand??”
He didn’t give me any chance to tell that my sister was waiting for me outside the room, and she was refused to enter because her name was not on the paper. He was SO intimidating!! I was confused and of course became mad, but who could deny the doctor who can rule everything? If it had been my operation, and he was my doctor, I must have complained much!! but he is not, he is my mother’s doctor. What is worse, he is the chief of the team of the breast cancer….After this awful meeting, we went back to mom’s room and watched over her for a while. Then she woke up and wanted to know how have been going, so I said the truth but a little bit moderately of course.
My mother apologized to me for having written the wrong name.
How come?? How come must she feel sorry for me?
Poor mom… DAMNED DOCTOR!!!