Hi, I first joined this forum shortly after I was belatedly diagnosed in 2009. It was a very small place then, and I dejectedly detected a whiff of bitchiness.
I had work related PHI then, via Jim - my husband's - job. So we used the local Spire outfit. Alas that hospital didn't have enough ICU capacity, so my private surgery was called within 20 hours of my admission appt. I was picking up a few essentials ATT, my husband took the call.
I was furious. I tried to talk to the fellow. But curiously none of his numbers ever answered me. I as a typical Scot with multiple medics in my family (and also a few crooks!) knew that Ovarian Cancer is known also as The Silent Killer...
I had a mini nervous breakdown and wound up on a NHS psych ward for a few days...
Thanks to God I am still here, after the catastrophe in Hull, we went to Harley Street. Our onc. is still alive, and I am still in touch with him to this day. Since we know consider each other as friends, he hasn't charged me a penny for the last 10 years.
Update: my beloved Jim died of a brainstem glioma 15/09/2020. I am still dealing with that...
I am here to help.