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   The doctor and nurses went in and out of my room and worked tirelessly, they cared and that I and Denise could both see. The doctor actually listened to me and my thoughts and complaints, and really listened. I felt if I could drink enough water then cough without pain enough to get under this mess of infection and blood being held in the lower left lung I could turn the tides. When the doctor asked what kind of pain meds I was taking and we said none he was shocked. I was running a fever that kept going up and down, maybe that made sense to him, it sure did me. An over-the-counter pain patch trumped then the Morphine, which had little to no effect. 

   Over a period of the next couple of hours, maybe more, the pain subsided to a manageable level and I began to cough. It didn't take lung to cough up a serious amount of blood. The fever was leaving me and I could move a little. People know when something is wrong and can sometimes pinpoint what that something is. Great Medical people listen. The left lung had 2 places lite up during the Pet Scan, one was a tumor and the other was a lymph node. The lymph node was said to be benign while the tumor was malignant. It has cut off the lower lobe of the lung so the doctor cauterized the tumor in an effect to open the lobe up. Once opened it was full of bacteria and pneumonia, that is what we were told. So apparently cauterize a human it must be different than a cow. We had their horns cauterized and the bleeding only lasted a day, less that one actually. From the 31st of May until the writing of this, June 26th, 2019, I still bleed. 

   They came and told us UT said they were full, diverting people away. By then the care we'd be given were causing us to have second thoughts. I had an appointment with the Oncologist at Morristown Hamblen Hospital scheduled for Thursday, and the Radiologist at UT Friday. The Staff had found me a room there and we decided to stay, I still wasn't in too good of shape to be moved. We were moved onto the First Floor. Dr Rama, while making his rounds noticed a run of V-Tach, then noticed it was me, Denise's husband. So he stopped in to check on us. While he was there he sang the praises of Dr Anderson (Radiology) and Dr Flanders (Oncologist). He thought we should talk to them and since we hold Dr Rama in high esteem we agreed. Meanwhile, Nurses ran in and out, I wasn't out of the woods yet. He told our Nurse to contact them and talk to us tonight. She did contact them and sure enough, they showed up. Dr Flanders was first and Dr Anderson said he'd come back... and he did. They did something that nobody aside from Dr Soto at UT did, they listened. Along comes, Dr Mehiji who also listens and like the other Doctors there makes some quick moves since progress had been at a standstill for so long. 

The next pain was since all my records and tests were at UT getting them to Morristown Hamblen, and they did that too. They were finally all put together and looked at, then Dr Flanders and Dr Anderson came again to my room and explained what they saw. The came separate but each was super nice, neither thinking we were about to switch. They came in and took their time explaining things. From knocking at Deaths Door Wednesday morning until now, Thursday night, it was nothing short of a miracle. Friday as they visited we asked if they would treat me. I would be honored and at peace, if they would. They both asked if we were sure, and to that, I have never been surer of anybody.            

  We get home and Dr. Callous (name) called and asked if we had my records changed to Morristown. Denise informed him we would no longer need their services. Here is a Dr who does his own calls, so that is a plus, but does nothing else about them. The entry into the back into the lung left me in a Level 9 pain, but that was ok, it would get better... not. The right side biopsy which left me bleeding and to date still bleeding, which is a touch strange. I was to meet with Dr Anderson for consultation, which went well since he is with Morristown Hamblen Hospital, the other doctor I was to meet was at UT and judging by the speed they were working me up it would have been another week or two.

Now come Friday I got discharged but after Thursday's installing a Port. The Nurses, Staff, and doctors make the hospital what it is, and UT had fallen way short. Maybe they could still be Level 1 Trauma but with all that money they spent on a new cancer building they forgot to incorporate the main thing... Care.