Why is Pauline Marois trying to kill me?
Dear News Editor,
I discovered a lump in my breast, on the eve of my 40th birthday. Not knowing where to go, I sought the help and expertise of my gynecologist. She referred me to the 6th floor of her building, to get my very first mammogram. A surgeon was assigned to my file and I waited for my results. My mammogram didn't show anything to raise concern, so how was I to explain the lump I felt in my breast?
The surgeon performed an ultrasound and before our eyes, he discovered a suspicious mass. A biopsy followed. I waited what seemed like an eternity, to find out my fate. Results were in, it was indeed cancer. I was diagnosed with Stage 2 - Invasive Ductal Carcinoma a.k.a. breast cancer.
I am writing to you, as I am in utter disbelief with what I've had to endure, in the last 24 hours.
Yesterday, I had my very first appointment with an oncologist. A doctor that would see me through this already frightening journey. Imagine my surprise to learn, that there would be a possibility, that he would not be able to treat me, due to the fact that I do not live in Montreal.
I was born and raised in Montreal. I took my very first breath in the maternity ward at St-Mary's. That hospital holds my health records since birth.
To learn that my oncologist, would not be able to treat me, to look after me, to heal me, simply because I moved off island, in hopes of giving my family of 6 a chance at owning a home we could afford, this just floored me.
My oncologist told me, this was all because of the budget the PQ wished to pass. By law, he could not refuse me treatment, but he simply wouldn't get paid for it. He said he would have no choice, but to refer me to another hospital or clinic, closer to my home.
I live in Lachute. In simple terms, cow country. Referring me to a hospital or clinic in my area, I might as well get on all fours, put on a collar and practice barking, as the only decent doctors in this area are all veterinarians!
Since yesterday, I have been a ball of nerves. I barely slept, as the fear I could die, grew stronger and stronger. When I was diagnosed, the surgeon said I had an 85% survival rate. If this budget passes, I might as well start planning my funeral.
I do not want to die. I do not want my young children to lose their mother. I do not want to widow my husband.
I am too young, have too much to live for.
Why is Pauline Marois trying to kill me? What have I done to her?
A mother of 4 children