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Excerpts
from
God
Helps Those Who Help Themselves
Chapter
6, p. 117
Gathering
up the chart, and backing out the door, he said,
"Okay, we'll get the test results back, check
his levels, and go from there."
We'll
go from there. How many times had I heard that
phrase? I should have known better than to get my
hopes up. The intern-I could spot 'em a mile away-had
labeled me as an overbearing mother. They failed to
give me credit for having any medical sense. I guess
that was fair. I gave them no credit for having any
common sense.
Epilogue,
p.217
The
physicians had decided that Brenton had epilepsy, and
ordered tests to prove it. Had they noted his
symptoms, then ordered tests to gain more
information, perhaps they would have arrived at the
correct diagnosis. This disorder isn't new, and is
less rare than some of the diseases that he was
tested for. The factor that had been overlooked was
his symptoms. I was treated like an overbearing
aggravation. Though I was a registered nurse, they
never listened to my concerns. Any parent that has
information for the physicians should be taken
seriously. The ego of the physicians we encountered
wouldn't allow them to consider that my husband and I
might have something to contribute. Compounding the
simmering anger is the simple fact that it could have
been prevented. If you hear hoofbeats, and decide
it's a horse, you may miss the zebras. Just open your
eyes, and you will see the stripes.
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