How many of us had pathology misread?

Here…..

Mole turned malignant in 1987. In 1990, two weeks before I was to get married, I decided to "do the responsible thing" and see a dermatologist.

Went in after work one day, saw doc, showed him the mole. He looked at it, froze it with nitrogen, took it in back, supposedly looked at it under a microscope, and came back 10 minutes later with the words– it's benign, go have a nice life.

So, living on the beach, working outdoors, 30 yrs of age, getting ready to get married, and head to Kauai for a 9 day honeymoon– you bet yur britches I went out and had a nice life…. La vida loca babeee….

Just days before I got married, the clinic called with the pathology report– it's benign.

that was around August 23, 1990. I got married that Saturday….

In 1992, I got some kind of an infection, in the left groin– location where the mets would've initialized. I went to the gp doc and received some antibiotics. 

In explaining to him that it really hurt, and was a lump in my groin, about the size of a quarter, he said it was probably an infection, and the lymph nodes took on the infection and became scar tissue. Made sense to me, so I moved on. As the antibiotics killed what I had believed to be an infection– pain was gone– I moved on with my life.

In 2000, at what would be my final week with my mother before her own lung cancer would kill her T-day weekend, I called the dermatologist whom I'd then come to believe had initially misdiagnosed me, and made an appointment.

I was headed fo my own, 3rd by then, surgery ten days after my mother died, and so I had a CT report showing more tumor, so I confronted him, and matter-of-factly said– I just wanted to thank you for murdering me, as I handed him the report.

I said it in a rather sacastic, but flat manner, so it was a shock to him, and you could see it on his face (if you ever get misdiagnosed– try it sometime… it's an interesting feeling to actually have proof someone whom you trusted– and paid– has treated you in a manner that could realistically result in your death). They pulled my then 10 year old file out of archives, and noticed the records– benign. So, the director of the clinic pulled my biopsy– also out of archives– and had the pathology redone.

I received a report in the mail on December 6, 2000, 4 days before surgery #3, and it said metastatic melanoma, clark's level 4.

So, almost 14 years after onset, 10 years after misdiagnosis, 3-1/2 years after a correct diagnosis, 3 years into a 4 year clinical drug trial, just days before my 3rd tumor surgery, working on my final lower division physics classes, a week and a half after my mother's death to her own lung cancer, 7 months after my mother in law had died of kdney failure from adult onset diabetes, and 4-1/2 years of my wife's own major, as yet unexplainable medical issues….

I finally got news that I had been screwed and still, to this day, I have no idea why I was misdiagnosed. Was it deliberate? Did the guy have to go potty and chose not to wait? Did he have a golf game to get to, and was in a hurry? Did he just not pay attention– for any one of a thousand different reasons?

So… yea… it happens.

If you ever have any doubts– get a second opinion…. even if it seems silly to doubt. Technology today is better than it was in 1990. I've finally come to the polnt where I actually believe now that he did me a favor by misdiagnosing me. I was young enough, healthy, and active enough, that it wasn't until my late 30's that I had become so worn down from working so many hours, eating so poorly, that I had lasted long enough to gain access to much better technology, that was nowhere near as caustic to my body as existed in 1990.

I have come the place now that I actually believe had I been correctly diagnosed in 1990, I'd have been dead by 1993, if not sooner.

Life is an amazing thing… I really do believe that things happen for reasons that I beyond our understanding at the time they happen…. some reasons become clear later, and some will have to wait until eternity.

I'm now alive, after 25 years…. and not one of my docs can explain it… Some say it's a miracle, and others just shrug their shoulders and move on.

As it's been said before– I stand atop the highest mountains where I live, and scream out at the tops of my lungs– Thank God I'm alive!!!!!!! Sometimes I'll even do it in the alleyways, and gutters…. just so the depair-filled can hear that there's hope– inspite of ourselves….

Here…..

Mole turned malignant in 1987. In 1990, two weeks before I was to get married, I decided to "do the responsible thing" and see a dermatologist.

Went in after work one day, saw doc, showed him the mole. He looked at it, froze it with nitrogen, took it in back, supposedly looked at it under a microscope, and came back 10 minutes later with the words– it's benign, go have a nice life.

So, living on the beach, working outdoors, 30 yrs of age, getting ready to get married, and head to Kauai for a 9 day honeymoon– you bet yur britches I went out and had a nice life…. La vida loca babeee….

Just days before I got married, the clinic called with the pathology report– it's benign.

that was around August 23, 1990. I got married that Saturday….

In 1992, I got some kind of an infection, in the left groin– location where the mets would've initialized. I went to the gp doc and received some antibiotics. 

In explaining to him that it really hurt, and was a lump in my groin, about the size of a quarter, he said it was probably an infection, and the lymph nodes took on the infection and became scar tissue. Made sense to me, so I moved on. As the antibiotics killed what I had believed to be an infection– pain was gone– I moved on with my life.

In 2000, at what would be my final week with my mother before her own lung cancer would kill her T-day weekend, I called the dermatologist whom I'd then come to believe had initially misdiagnosed me, and made an appointment.

I was headed fo my own, 3rd by then, surgery ten days after my mother died, and so I had a CT report showing more tumor, so I confronted him, and matter-of-factly said– I just wanted to thank you for murdering me, as I handed him the report.

I said it in a rather sacastic, but flat manner, so it was a shock to him, and you could see it on his face (if you ever get misdiagnosed– try it sometime… it's an interesting feeling to actually have proof someone whom you trusted– and paid– has treated you in a manner that could realistically result in your death). They pulled my then 10 year old file out of archives, and noticed the records– benign. So, the director of the clinic pulled my biopsy– also out of archives– and had the pathology redone.

I received a report in the mail on December 6, 2000, 4 days before surgery #3, and it said metastatic melanoma, clark's level 4.

So, almost 14 years after onset, 10 years after misdiagnosis, 3-1/2 years after a correct diagnosis, 3 years into a 4 year clinical drug trial, just days before my 3rd tumor surgery, working on my final lower division physics classes, a week and a half after my mother's death to her own lung cancer, 7 months after my mother in law had died of kdney failure from adult onset diabetes, and 4-1/2 years of my wife's own major, as yet unexplainable medical issues….

I finally got news that I had been screwed and still, to this day, I have no idea why I was misdiagnosed. Was it deliberate? Did the guy have to go potty and chose not to wait? Did he have a golf game to get to, and was in a hurry? Did he just not pay attention– for any one of a thousand different reasons?

So… yea… it happens.

If you ever have any doubts– get a second opinion…. even if it seems silly to doubt. Technology today is better than it was in 1990. I've finally come to the polnt where I actually believe now that he did me a favor by misdiagnosing me. I was young enough, healthy, and active enough, that it wasn't until my late 30's that I had become so worn down from working so many hours, eating so poorly, that I had lasted long enough to gain access to much better technology, that was nowhere near as caustic to my body as existed in 1990.

I have come the place now that I actually believe had I been correctly diagnosed in 1990, I'd have been dead by 1993, if not sooner.

Life is an amazing thing… I really do believe that things happen for reasons that I beyond our understanding at the time they happen…. some reasons become clear later, and some will have to wait until eternity.

I'm now alive, after 25 years…. and not one of my docs can explain it… Some say it's a miracle, and others just shrug their shoulders and move on.

As it's been said before– I stand atop the highest mountains where I live, and scream out at the tops of my lungs– Thank God I'm alive!!!!!!! Sometimes I'll even do it in the alleyways, and gutters…. just so the depair-filled can hear that there's hope– inspite of ourselves….

Here…..

Mole turned malignant in 1987. In 1990, two weeks before I was to get married, I decided to "do the responsible thing" and see a dermatologist.

Went in after work one day, saw doc, showed him the mole. He looked at it, froze it with nitrogen, took it in back, supposedly looked at it under a microscope, and came back 10 minutes later with the words– it's benign, go have a nice life.

So, living on the beach, working outdoors, 30 yrs of age, getting ready to get married, and head to Kauai for a 9 day honeymoon– you bet yur britches I went out and had a nice life…. La vida loca babeee….

Just days before I got married, the clinic called with the pathology report– it's benign.

that was around August 23, 1990. I got married that Saturday….

In 1992, I got some kind of an infection, in the left groin– location where the mets would've initialized. I went to the gp doc and received some antibiotics. 

In explaining to him that it really hurt, and was a lump in my groin, about the size of a quarter, he said it was probably an infection, and the lymph nodes took on the infection and became scar tissue. Made sense to me, so I moved on. As the antibiotics killed what I had believed to be an infection– pain was gone– I moved on with my life.

In 2000, at what would be my final week with my mother before her own lung cancer would kill her T-day weekend, I called the dermatologist whom I'd then come to believe had initially misdiagnosed me, and made an appointment.

I was headed fo my own, 3rd by then, surgery ten days after my mother died, and so I had a CT report showing more tumor, so I confronted him, and matter-of-factly said– I just wanted to thank you for murdering me, as I handed him the report.

I said it in a rather sacastic, but flat manner, so it was a shock to him, and you could see it on his face (if you ever get misdiagnosed– try it sometime… it's an interesting feeling to actually have proof someone whom you trusted– and paid– has treated you in a manner that could realistically result in your death). They pulled my then 10 year old file out of archives, and noticed the records– benign. So, the director of the clinic pulled my biopsy– also out of archives– and had the pathology redone.

I received a report in the mail on December 6, 2000, 4 days before surgery #3, and it said metastatic melanoma, clark's level 4.

So, almost 14 years after onset, 10 years after misdiagnosis, 3-1/2 years after a correct diagnosis, 3 years into a 4 year clinical drug trial, just days before my 3rd tumor surgery, working on my final lower division physics classes, a week and a half after my mother's death to her own lung cancer, 7 months after my mother in law had died of kdney failure from adult onset diabetes, and 4-1/2 years of my wife's own major, as yet unexplainable medical issues….

I finally got news that I had been screwed and still, to this day, I have no idea why I was misdiagnosed. Was it deliberate? Did the guy have to go potty and chose not to wait? Did he have a golf game to get to, and was in a hurry? Did he just not pay attention– for any one of a thousand different reasons?

So… yea… it happens.

If you ever have any doubts– get a second opinion…. even if it seems silly to doubt. Technology today is better than it was in 1990. I've finally come to the polnt where I actually believe now that he did me a favor by misdiagnosing me. I was young enough, healthy, and active enough, that it wasn't until my late 30's that I had become so worn down from working so many hours, eating so poorly, that I had lasted long enough to gain access to much better technology, that was nowhere near as caustic to my body as existed in 1990.

I have come the place now that I actually believe had I been correctly diagnosed in 1990, I'd have been dead by 1993, if not sooner.

Life is an amazing thing… I really do believe that things happen for reasons that I beyond our understanding at the time they happen…. some reasons become clear later, and some will have to wait until eternity.

I'm now alive, after 25 years…. and not one of my docs can explain it… Some say it's a miracle, and others just shrug their shoulders and move on.

As it's been said before– I stand atop the highest mountains where I live, and scream out at the tops of my lungs– Thank God I'm alive!!!!!!! Sometimes I'll even do it in the alleyways, and gutters…. just so the depair-filled can hear that there's hope– inspite of ourselves….

My first pathology report says I HAVE 2 MM MELANOMA

I decided it is odd ,because breslow is 2mm but Clark is only 2.

I asked my doctors for second opinion in different lab in different country.

Second opinion came as 0.2 mm ,instead of 2 mm

My second pathologust contacted first lab and first pathologyst realised he has done typing mistake in my report.

I was living in ''2 mm'' stress for one month and half.

My first pathology report says I HAVE 2 MM MELANOMA

I decided it is odd ,because breslow is 2mm but Clark is only 2.

I asked my doctors for second opinion in different lab in different country.

Second opinion came as 0.2 mm ,instead of 2 mm

My second pathologust contacted first lab and first pathologyst realised he has done typing mistake in my report.

I was living in ''2 mm'' stress for one month and half.

My first pathology report says I HAVE 2 MM MELANOMA

I decided it is odd ,because breslow is 2mm but Clark is only 2.

I asked my doctors for second opinion in different lab in different country.

Second opinion came as 0.2 mm ,instead of 2 mm

My second pathologust contacted first lab and first pathologyst realised he has done typing mistake in my report.

I was living in ''2 mm'' stress for one month and half.

suspicious mole removed from my right scapula in december…pathed 'benign'…4mos later, a golf ball sized melanoma under my right armpit…go figure….

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suspicious mole removed from my right scapula in december…pathed 'benign'…4mos later, a golf ball sized melanoma under my right armpit…go figure….

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suspicious mole removed from my right scapula in december…pathed 'benign'…4mos later, a golf ball sized melanoma under my right armpit…go figure….

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