I almost find it hard to believe this post. It is almost exactly a snapshot of me and my own problems for the past four + years. One of the major reasons why I am currently unemployed. To put it bluntly I have been "bleeding like a stuck pig" or "bleeding to death" (two ways I myself have used to describe the symptoms over a period of years). When I had no hlth insurance, I was working my arse off trying to get the money to write the checks to the specialist I ended up with way back in 2002. Each time I saw her and went further with testing and dx and plans for the surgery, I would have to write another check for four figures, not an easy thing to do and work full time without stopping. A co-worker who couldn't help but notice that I was in the bathroom at work every hour, on the half hour, because I was hemorrhaging all the time, told me I had better get a second or third opinion based on her and other women's experiences, i.e., the proposed ablation might not solve the problem....she was suggesting that I should try to go whole hog, have it done right the first time, by having a complete hysterectomy. Well, as things go, life got complicated fast. I was supposed to be setting up the surgery date...hesitated...for money, and second opinion...other complicating reasons, etc., and it didn't get scheduled or done... Well, as things go, I ended up going to the ER at our county hospital more than once... ended up crawling away each time (the one time I actually got inside on a gurney...I was having a real nice little cardiac event right in front of them and was "pretend" treated and sent away with guidance to "take aspirin" the next time I experienced angina. I got worse and worse at my four juggled jobs, and ended up with no jobs. One manager had the testicles (yes, he's a male) to demand that I get medical care at the ER at the county since I wasn't good enough to have hlth ins w/this employer. Well, you can guess, the rest. Time went on. I got worse and worse. (Cardiac problems and other non-dx med problems which contributed to me not demanding medical care to help myself.) With no family, friends, or co-workers to advocate for me, I very nearly ended up dead in a flop-house hotel. Anyway, I just recently had the surgery, not without problems, but only because I managed to get some hlth ins thru a third party. My hlth is just starting to come back. The years of anemia and other metabolic problems have taken their toll. The bleeding seems to have stopped. Although I tried to insist on the hysterectomy, I only got the fancy ablation. At least the constant bleeding has stopped. I take 3 times the daily recommended dose of iron and will continue to do so until I get some labs that look normal. Since I am unemployed and very weak and out of shape, as well as wary of medical care at any cost, I am trying to be as preventive as possible about it all. I know I can't afford the hlth ins forever withou employment.
Sorry this turned into a book. One thing I noticed through all this. A person can't go it alone. You need a sig other, family members, friends, co-workers, or anyone who cares enough to advocate for you when you get so bad that you can't take care of yourself or even clearly communicate your own needs.
I hated going to the ER at the county hosp b/c I (when you could understand me) could only speak English and didn't get an interpretor, nor did I have that ticket to nirvana, the medicaid card. I wouldn't take a dog to get treated that way again. Even if I had offered to write a check then and there for the services it would not have changed the fact that for almost 8 hours I was going out on them in a room with another man with cardiac symptoms, all that they could do as the parade of family members of other pts walked by and gawked, was at one point, a very astute, competent, and professional ER nurse, had the good sense to close the door to our room so that the gawkers could not see that the other man and I were being ignored.
I try to think what I can do other than nursing for a living, b/c enough is sometimes too much. It's hard to come up with another idea for a line of work where I can feel so out of place.
The only advice I can offer....Never go into a medical place unless someone goes in with you....even a stranger off the streets. My thoughts are with your mom.