Last Tuesday I had an appointment with the surgeon to discuss when I would be having my operation. We decided that I would book it for late October, early November. He ran through the basics regarding the surgery and then gave me his business card so that I could get in touch with his surgery to book a definite date.
The next day I looked in my bag for the card but could not find it. I looked in my tote bag, it wasn't there either. I looked in the car incase I had left in there but it wasn't anywhere to be found. A couple of hours later I went back and looked in all these places again but still could not find his card. The following day, at work, I decided that I would 'google' his surgery and find his telephone number. Well, what I found was not what I was expecting. A search pulled up articles on this surgeon which were about how one of his patients had died whilst in his care. He had perforated her bowel and was found by the Medical Council, to have shown negligence in looking after her at Wakefield Hospital. The patient was admitted to Wellington Hospital and died five days after her surgery. The surgeon has since been prohibited from working at Wakefield Hospital. Cripes!!! So needless to say, I did not ring his surgery and book a date...in fact I will be finding another surgeon. I have not come all this way through breast cancer to die on the operating table having my thyroid taken out.
The strangest thing was, when I got home that evening, here was his business card, in my tote bag, where I had looked for it twice before. If that is not divine intervention.....then tell me what is!
Oh my goodness, that is an incredible story! What a miracle that you couldn't find that business card for the whole day. I always try to check my doctors out before I settle on them. I am so glad that you were able to do your research. You went with a different doctor, right?
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