A Doctor Story.

So today on of Christa's doctors, her OB/GYN, came into Chipotle for lunch with her husband. As I watched her eat lunch, I felt this small wave of anger come over me that I have never felt before. This Doctor was the one who misdiagnosed Christa in the beginning. She had thought it was a mastitis. It was after two courses of antibiotics that she decided to send Christa for a biopsy and we all know the rest of the story.

Now, I know that Inflammatory Breast Cancer is hard to diagnose. Even with all the publicity that the disease has gotten it is still very rare and many doctors will never see it. I also know that this Doctor is very competent. In my opinion, she made an understandable mistake.

The thing that got me upset was that she was setting there enjoying lunch with her husband and having a good time. She was doing something that I don't get to do anymore.

I was really surprised at how these feelings came up. When it is all said and done, I was probably more bothered by how that "feeling" was able to well up inside of me, than I was with the Doctor.

I hope some of this makes sense.

Peace and Good Cheers,
Marty