Back in 1979 I was living in Georgia to receive the best care at the time for my fiancée. She was diagnosed with colon cancer and at that time Emory University & Hospital was the best in the country for advanced colon cancer. My fiancée needed surgery ASAP and their top surgeon took over the case.... to this day I still remember his name and will until the day I die! Dr. Angier Wills, he set up the surgery and the team of his choice, which I did some checking also and he chose only the best. On June 24th 1979 my fiancée was scheduled for surgery, we were both extremely nervous, we both just hugged for over an hour before her surgery. A terrific nurse and anesthesiologist knocked on the door where we were staying in the hospital and said " it's time for us to go to the OR ". We kissed goodbye and said " see you later ", we both cried like babies. She was and always will be " the love of my life , my soulmate " and she felt the same about me, we were also best friends. The surgery was suppose to last for tops I was told 2 to 2.5 hours. Well 4 hours passed and I was pacing for what seemed to be an eternity. I kept asking a staff member to please let me know what's going on, but still no word. Mind you at this time I had no family or friends at the hospital for support. After just over 6 hours the surgeon comes out and tells me with his right hand on my shoulder and said " I'm very sorry to have to tell you this but there was nothing WE could do for her " and just walked away from me. Well, I fell to my knees back at the room, did not know what to do next... the love of my life is gone. I had to call her parents first back on Long Island and tried to talk without having a nervous breakdown. We hung up because they both were inconsolable. Now I had to try and talk with my parents and explain the bad news. We were all grief stricken, I could no longer speak and just hung up the phone. Less then 20 minutes later a nurse comes into the room where I was and told me " it will be at least an hour or so before you can see your fiancée ". I said...excuse me, Dr Wills told me " I'm sorry there was nothing WE could do for her " and just walked away. Mind you, my fiancée was bleeding internally before the emergency surgery and we both knew the possibilities but never crossed our minds death. I still remember the nurse explaining to me..." the cancer has spread and is inoperable, therefore chemo and radiation treatments were to be discussed and now the only option. The Dr handled this situation totally inappropriately as he's done prior "! Well the first thing I had to do was call her parents and mine very quickly and explain how the Dr BOTCHED his explanation and the charge nurse was immediately writing him up for proper discipline. The nurse was warm and extremely apologetic. Now I had to gather myself quickly together and think, where is this so call doctor with no personality and totally lacking bedside manner. I went searching and asking other doctors and nurses. Well, I was finally told he's in the doctors lounge having lunch. You never saw someone run so fast. I quickly found the doctors lounge and stormed thru the doors. I was yelling profanities at him, telling his peers how he explained the outcome of the surgery he just preformed on my fiancée. The other 3 doctors sitting alongside him had that " oh my God look on their faces ". I said to Dr Wills...are you finished with lunch, he replied yes. I proceeded to tell him...stand up. So he did, and told him now take another shot at me! He said I'm very sorry, I should have explained what I meant and sat down with you. Please understand I was exhausted "!! All I said was " you were F--king exhausted and I took the biggest swing ever with my right arm and a closed fist and knocked that doctor out cold. Two of his peers applauded me and said " it's about time someone stood up to him "! Hospital security surrounded us like lightning and helped the doctor up. All the doctor said is " leave Mr Zinn be, I'm not pressing any charges ". All in all did I feel much better within my inner self afterwards.
OW, after reading what happened to you today I wanted to share an experience in my life similar to where I had to strike a healthcare provider. But, this doctor deserved more than a bitch slap! He never crossed my path again and the administrator of the hospital met with me and gave my fiancée a private room and a bed for me to sleep next to her and gave me meals also and was told " you will not be receiving any bills for this hospital stay or the surgery that was preformed nor any further treatments deemed necessary ". I never did see a bill, not even for the phone or TV. We were both treated like King and Queen. I guess the administrator thought we would file a lawsuit, my fiancée and I decided we needed no more stress or aggravation at the time.
We had exactly ten months together and everyday possible we spent it together. I lost my soulmate on March 24th 1980 at 6:13am. That day my life changed forever and I never loved another woman again.
TO THIS DAY I DO NOT TRUST DOCTORS