Two years ago I came to you for help. I sat in front of you, a desperate and broken woman in unbearable pain, and you broke me down further. You hammered me into the ground until I truly doubted myself. Am I crazy? Is this all in my head?
When I saw you that day, my UTI had gotten so bad that I was peeing straight blood. I was ill, I was hurting, and I knew in my gut exactly what was going on… My Endometriosis has returned only one year after you performed your last surgery. You believed in your own skills so much that you didn’t believe me. You took my concerns about my health as a swift kick to your balls, because somehow this was about you.
You sat there and laughed at me. You told me it was most likely psychological because I was just ‘used to’ being in pain. You told me I probably had back problems. You were grasping at straws for any explanations that weren’t that my body was growing Endometriosis at an insane rate, because that simply didn’t fit in with your text book information.
But in the end, you knew that I wasn’t leaving that office until you agreed to perform surgery the next week. I wasn’t going anywhere until I got help, even if it was from someone like you.
The day I had surgery, you still tried to convince me that you wouldn’t find anything. That there wouldn’t be Endometriosis on my bladder like I suspected, because it’s “SO rare” that it causes UTI’s, almost impossible. You smiled condescendingly at me while you patted my hand and told me this was all pointless.
You made me feel like I was being violated, because you had become the last person in the world I trusted to perform my surgery. But I was desperate, I knew in my heart that I needed surgery, and I needed it now.
When I woke up in my hospital bed, you visited me. And with a polite smile you said that you had found small amounts of Endometriosis throughout my pelvic region, as well as on my bladder. Dear Doctor, am I allowed to say I told you so?
A few months later I went for a follow up appointment, but not with you. I found a new gynecologist down the hall from you, one with more skill, understanding of complex Endometriosis, and above all, empathy. She told me that my surgery with you had absolutely shown substantial amounts of Endometriosis and that, though rare, it definitely could (and in this case did) cause UTI’s. You lied to me to save your pride, and you should be ashamed of yourself.
Dear Doctor, you’re a fantastic surgeon, but your bed side manner sucks to say the least. Next time, with your next patient, do better.
Your Ex Patient