Up he goes. "you have Von Willebrand's Disease?"..."yes"... and out of the room he goes. 20 minutes later he comes back in shaking his head. He informs me that he was just on the phone with my hematologist and that I am not allowed to have the biopsies. ....EXCUSE ME???.... He proceeds to inform me that my physician never called to clear it through my hematologist and of course I can't have biopsies done - they are going to be cutting small chunks out of my intestines and (kicker) I could bleed to death. Super awesome! not. So, what he set up with my hematologist is that they are going to schedule (god I hope next week) for me to go up to her office, sit and have a transfusion of Humate P, then go over to HIS office, have the biopsy done, then go back to HER office the next day and get another transfusion. At $23,000 a pop. Joy. So then the doctor calls my physician's office and gives them hell for not keeping my best interest at hand and you know what they tell him? "We didn't know she had Von Willebrand's Disease" I was stunned when he told me that. I'm like "it is in my chart and I wear a Medic Alert bracelet for crying out loud" he goes "I know, thank god at least you wrote it on your intake form when you came in".
So at least this new doc has a brain in his head. The other people.. who knows. So I get to do it alllllll over again. My poor mother was in the waiting room freaking out because they kept telling her I was still in the surgical suite. She's like "it is a 10 minute procedure!". By the time I got to recovery, I almost fainted from lack of drink/food. It was like 4pm. My surgery time was 2pm. At least they fed me
And so continues the saga...
