Did My Doctor Poison Her Husband?

Do we ever really know anyone?

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I had a rough couple of years back in 2012 and 2013.

I began January 2012 by brilliantly flying down the staircase in my house and shattering my knee. It was as bad as it sounds and required immediate surgery to repair the damage. Afterward, I endured months of physical therapy, a second surgery nine months later, and even more PT beyond that. All told, I was into this harrowing and highly depressing ordeal for nearly a full year and couldn’t wait for the clean slate of a new one.

The Cancer

As 2013 began, when some semblance of normalcy was on the horizon, I was shocked to learn I had skin cancer.

Five years earlier, in 2008, I noticed a tiny growth next to my right eye, by the bridge of my nose, which I showed to my Ophthalmologist. He flippantly disregarded it as a benign growth that “lots of people get and is nothing to worry about.” This exchange went on for the next five years, and I had no reason not to believe him; after all, he had the medical degree.

When the bump started intermittently bleeding, I became very concerned and quickly made an appointment with my internist. My doctor took one look at it, shook her head, and told me that my ophthalmologist had been very irresponsible. She referred…