Should doctors have to assume responsibilities for their mishap when they performed surgeries on you, or should you as a patient "get over it" and atleast be thankful they saved your life?
When I explained to my friends what the surgery I had as a baby did to my body to fix Patent Ductus Arteriosus, they suddenly become livid and say I should be angry at the doctors and demand some sort of compensation, even though they saved my life back in 1987.
Back then, the medical team told my parents I had a 5% survival rate during surgery, apparantly I had seizures when they gave me anti-biotics and anesthesia. Although I am extremely thankful for them saving my life, the surgery itself changed my body in ways I am not proud of, thanks to their mistakes.
First and foremost, the doctors gave me TOO much anti-biotics for my body, that it actually damaged the nerves from the ear to the brain (I technically have perfect hearing), with the broken nerves, out of 100% of all sound, my brain can only pick up 20-35% of all sound. It also slightly damaged the nerves on my left eye, making it become lazy. If I look in one direction with both eyes, try as I might, my left eye is unresponsive when I want to look at a specific object...therefore I see double sometimes. With my right eye being covered, I am able to see a particular direction with my left, but it's harder to move it around...if I try any harder to make it more responsive, I get a head-ache.
I don't know whether it's the surgery itself or the combination of both the surgery and the medication that stunted my growth. No, I don't mean growth as in growing taller, I mean growth as in internal growth. My left breast for example, will never catch up to my right. My right breast is DDD/F cup size (I don't think E cup exist in the United States) and my left is CC/CCC. If I'm wearing a baggy shirt or dress, no one would know the difference. However, if I'm feeling daring and want to wear a tight to semi-tight shirt or dress, it's very noticeable and I have been made fun of because of my bust size being so different.
Thankfully, my fiance doesn't mind the difference and loves me for who I am. Back in high school I had to buy 4 breast pads to put in my left bra cup so my bust would look even, because everytime I wanted to wear a nice, sexy or even colorful shirt without the padded bra, I'd get weird looks and comments directed at me in regards to my bust. It was embarrassing, and I don't mean only high schoolers I also mean out in public. My mother suggested surgery to fix it, but since surgery did this, I hate that idea of having surgery again....for fear that the doctors will screw something up again.
I have also lost about 95% of all feeling on my left aeriola/nipple. It didn't bother me until I first started having sex, when fiance would feel frisky and try to tease me. We have since found out that unless he bites hard, I won't feel an iota of pain, even if he bites hard it feels like a slight pinch. I also cannot feel hot or cold on my nipple or my aeriola. This makes me worried if I'll have any repurcussions when I breastfeed someday...would I only be limited to one breast?
If that wasn't bad enough, not only did the surgery & medication stunted the growth of my breast and desensitized it, it also desensitized my left side of the body. Although it's not that bad as my breast is, it is also awkward. For example, I can carry bags of groceries that can be 20-30 pounds heavy and my right arm will start to ache and get muscle pain, my fingers will also start to loosen up because it's heavy. So in all, my right arm will hurt if I carry it for 10-15 minutes. But when it comes to my left arm, not even 3 minutes pass and my entire left arm becomes numb. First, I'll feel the very short-lived muscle pain and then a numbing sensation completely. I can feel the plastic bags digging into my fingers hard, but I won't feel any pain. I can't even sit at a table and plug a cord in a new, tight outlet with my left hand alone, I need to use my right for the extra push!
Same goes for my left leg, I did leg presses a few months ago at the gym. With my right side of the body being normal, and ofcourse more dominant I used my right leg first to push against the weight. I managed to push about 50 pounds, 20 times before I get muscle cramps and need to stop because I can't do anymore (granted I don't exercise much). Now I then do this with my left leg, I couldn't even go up to 50, it wouldn't budge at 30 either. At 25 pounds, it started to move abit, and at 20 I could go and do it 10 times, after that it just wouldn't push anymore.
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If I had a choice, I would've loved to just have the PDA surgery back then without the nerve damages, stunted growth and the skin damages (that's a different story). If I would be able to fix this, more surgeries and physical therapy yet again...it would cost me thousands upon thousands of dollars, money I don't have. Because of this I cannot wear the clothes I would like or the bathing suits I want without some padding or some assholes treating me badly. I cannot hear things people can hear, not even with hearing aids -- I cannot hear a cat purring, a mosquito or bee buzzing, nor can I hear half the dialogue at the local movie theater because every single movie theater I've been to refuses to have closed caption unless it's foreign film :angry:!
As for the skin damage, that's something I will have to live with. The scars, the unflattering imprints left behind, and the respective skin disease I eventually got will never go away. I looked up PDA surgeries on the 'net today and it has come a long way from 5% survival rate to 90%+ survival rate. Also, babies nowadays do not have nerve damage because of it (it's extremely rare). I'm not resentful for the surgery, I am resentful for some of the things the doctors back then when performing on me, could've done things differently and not with so many mistakes. Atleast that way, I would've survived and grew up with no inconveniences.
So does anyone else have a surgery horror story to share, where the doctors made a mistake that possibly altered your life in some way? That it makes you kind of thankful and resentful at the same time? I'm sure I'm not the only one!