Buggar! Buggar! Buggar!
I think that just about sums up our feelings today.
I had an appointment with a consultant cardiothoracic surgeon at St Barts (top man apparently) to discuss possible future surgical treatment. When you have a terminal prognosis you need to find out what is available and try to keep ahead of the game. You read up on treatments and do the research and have lots of unanswered questions. This brings with it a whole load of stress and anxiety and pent up emotion. Well my appointment was for 4.15 pm. We took the high speed train up to London and arrived at the hospital about 3.45. After a short wait we were spoken to by the matron who informed us that the consultant had taken annual leave and ALL OF HIS CLINIC APPOINTMENTS HAD TO BE CANCELLED . Others in his department were apparently unaware that he was on leave!!! There was nobody else to take his clinic and nobody had thought to phone patients to cancel. This level of sheer incompetence just beggars belief! Unable to organise a proverbial whatsit in a brewery springs to mind.
Nothing we could do – getting mad with the matron wouldn’t change anything – wasn’t her fault after all but I really hope that someone gets a good reprimand. Surely the consultant has a PA/Secretary/Appointments clerk to sort out his diary!
To add insult to injury as I am currently on chemo we decided not to try and travel up and down to London in one day as I am so exhausted so we booked an overnight hotel. The result of this is we are £200 lighter in our wallet, travelled 160 miles round trip, got so upset and uptight and all for nothing. I was MAD!
Alan just had a few words to add when we left – F**K, F**K, F**k. I think he is letting his emotions out at last!
Watch this space!