have you ever been misdiagnoised by kaiser resulting in a worsen or near death condition?
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First of all, I wish you luck and good health.\n\nYou will need to establish a few things to build your case.  First of all is you need to prove that you had labwork or something else done to prove that you had kidney (renal) disease that was not addressed.  The most common tests would be a Chem 7 (specifically the BUN and serum creatinine--abbreviated SCr).  This is a very basic lab test.  If you can prove you had elevated BUN and SCr and the doctors overlooked it and/or did nothing about it at that time, then you have a case.\n\nNow it's certainly possible that when you were admitted to the hospital, it could have been assumed you were being treated for it.  Or it is possible that the hospital never checked a Chem-7 and you weren't symptomatic.  Sometimes if you are in the hospital for only a very short amount of time, they do not do a lot of lab tests.  And of course, it's certainly possible the hospital also overlooked it.\n\nTransplants are obviously not for everyone.  Generally though if you are young and otherwise healthy, you would get a bigger priority than someone who is older and has many other co-morbid conditions.\n\nAlthough your case is certainly sad, it is probably pretty rare.  Such a large oversight is very uncommon in medical practice.  I think it would suffice that you go as an individual in your lawsuit (as opposed to class-action).
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In the past 2 weeks alone, I have caught 4 mistakes by my husband's doctors during his pre-operative physicals, testing, and normal prescriptions.  They forgot to tell him to quit taking blood thinners a week in advance of the surgery (he could have had excessive bleeding during the surgery).  They prescribed the wrong medication (he could have had severe reaction to the change in medication, that would have likely been blamed on the response to anesthesia).  They through out a urine sample prior to culturing it without telling us.  I discovered this when I asked for the results of the testing and reviewed it myself.  They forgot to tell us that he needed blood work and an EKG prior to surgery (he could have had a condition underlying that would have caused complications during the surgery).  It is horrifying how many mistakes doctors make.  In their attempts to help us they can often poison or hurt us more.  I find this mysterious since, unless I would have not reviewed all of the pre-op requirements independently and questioned them, they would have blamed the complications on the surgery rather than on their mistakes.  You here about doctors accidently amputating the wrong limb?  Well the reason that is so publicized is because it is a mistake made by doctors that is apparent after it occurs.  On a daily basis, hospitals and doctors prescribe the wrong medications, medications with severe interactions with each other in combination, etc.  Be ever vigilant.
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mine is horrible, i have had the same health complaint for years and they never take me seriously, they had never run proper tests and don't seem to care. i have now switched doctors and am waiting for a check up.
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Has this actually happened to you?
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Tell that to the doctors that told me in December that my husband was going to die, that there was nothing that any of the medications, doctors or anyone else could do for him.\n\nask the same surgical team who could not understand why my husband was not on life support and was breathing on his own, oxygenating at 98% on 3L of oxygen when it should have been a vent breathing for him.\n\nThe same doctor that told me there was nothing that modern medicine could do saw my husband in the month of February for his check up and told him point blank that he KNEW my husband had a miraculous recovery.  Believe what you want about who you want, and respect the right of the born again to believe what they want...you won't change us, nor will you break our faith.
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I was having congestion problems really bad, runny nose, weak, hard to breathe, and it was the week before Christmas.  I knew if I waited to see if I would get better I would be in trouble, because most of the family doctors would be on vacation.  Ha, they all were anyway.  And I ended up at an emergency clinic.\n\nI didn't know it, but I had pneumonia.  I'm asthmatic, anyway, and know how to breathe when my lungs tighten.  So I was reading, waiting for my turn, and suddenly I realized I couldn't breathe at all.  Not an asthmatic attack, just no air coming in.\n\nI walked up to the receptionist.  I told her I couldn't breathe, passed out, and on the way down I heard some jerk on the list before me with a twisted ankle belly aching, "What some people won't try to get ahead of someone else."\n\nThe receptionist just stood there, a nurse came out to see what caused the commotion, ran and came back with a doctor.  He straightened me on the floor and the nurse came back with an oxygen tube.  The receptionist was still standing there, holding her PEOPLE magazine, and the doctor screamed at her to call an ambulance, they didn't have the equipment to save me.  And she stood there.  He told her again to call an ambulance, and she walked away toward the phone, no urgency at all, and it was then, when I was angry with her, that I realized I was watching all this from outside my body.  I was standing at my own head watching the doctor trying to resuscitate me and the nurse was very urgent, and starting to cry.\n\nThen I was sucked into this blue light.  I couldn't see anything anymore, but I could hear voices.  Someone I understood to be my guardian said I was in holding, that I could either go with him, or go back.  I figured I was already dead, anyway, and thought I would just go, but he asked me what would happen to my dog if I went.\n\nI didn't live with my parents, I rented a house.  But even though Trinket was in my will and I had a guardian for her, my parents had told me if anything happened to me, she was going to the pound, that they wouldn't even take her to a humane society.  I had rescued Trinket from a shelter's death row, she was a senior canine, and the thought of her going in the animal control truck to be killed, and her knowing where she was going when she was within earshot of the pound was enough to bring me back into my body.\n\nI still couldn't breathe, but now I fought for the oxygen, and I finally managed a sip from the tube.  I was seeing the doctor from my own eyes again.\n\nHe later told me I was his Christmas miracle, that my skin had turned bluer than my eyes, that if my heart hadn't been strong, I would have died.
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no..my mom was diagnosed 2.5 years ago..and she is all cured. treatment is getting much better..the survival rate is much higher then in the years past. My great grandma has had it too, and she is still living 5+ years since being diagnosed
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no - see another doctor........my 18yr. old cousin was bieng treated for migrain headaches - for 6mos. started having seizures and another doctor actually found that she had a mass on the brain that was cancerous, stage 4, terminal..........she died. you dont have time for mis-diagnosis, life is already to short.
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not if you die from the disease you are admitted for, my sister died of cancer in hospital and she wasnt given an autopsy. as long as there are no suspicious circumstances.
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Spelling: look up "Kaiser Permanente"
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I see so much misinformation thrown out there, and it is pretty frightening.  I think this is a very useful forum in certain situations, such as "I have been diagnosed with condition X by a doctor.  Where can I get more info?  Or what is your experience with this disease?"\nBut too many people are out there asking to be diagnosed by strangers who are in no way qualified to do so.  I have been known to throw out this comment from time to time (I actually have it in a folder on my desk top so I can copy and paste it!):\n"With all due respect, you should not be looking for a diagnosis on this site.  I am in the medical field, and I am constantly horrified by the amount of totally wrong information/suggestions that I see here on a hourly basis.  Even if someone says they are a nurse or doctor, you have no idea if they really are or not.  On the internet, you can be anything you want to be.  There are resources out there.  Go to your doctor, or at least call your doctor.  Many offices have nurse practitioners who can return your calls and answer questions.  Call the nurse at your city/county Public Health office.  Many insurance companies have a number where you can speak with a nurse, so see if your insurance company provides that service.  At least you will know that you can trust their expertise.   I believe this site is useful for things such as…I have been diagnosed with such and such disease/condition, what is your experience with it.  OR  where can I find more information of such and such.  But asking people to diagnose you here is just plain dangerous……"\n\nIf the person is asking something that I feel qualified to answer, I will.  Or I can research for sites where they can educate themselves.  I have also come to realize that we, as parents, are not doing enough to educate our young people.  Their lack of BASIC knowledge of their bodies is appalling.
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i am. ive been sick for 5 months and the doctors cant find the source of the pain i have. waiting to hear from mayo clinic. the change i want is to be healthy and have a normal life
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From my limited knowledge of the two...I would say that K's syndrome is a naturally occuring degenerative proces...while the later is result of inducement of the state from actual surgical alteration of the brain.
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I was a walking deadman............meaning I had cancer for years and didn't know it!!  I do remember some symptoms......low grade fever, blurred vision at times, feeling like I would faint if I got up too quickly, loss of appetite, etc. I had ovarian cancer and all my paps came back fine...It wasn't until my ovary ruptured and I started to bleed internally, that I was diagnosed, along with having an emergency surgery.
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I have had it happen to me a couple of times.\n\nThe most memorable was when I was 17, staying home alone from work with a flu and really bad fever. I knew I was in trouble, and got up from the couch to go to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth to cool my forehead, and the Tylenol to take. Halfway there, I looked down, and thought, "well, I'm going to have trouble getting this stuff if I don't have real hands." I then realized I couldn't see my hands or feet, turned around, and still saw myself lying on the couch while I was standing in the middle of the living room. I knew at that point that I had a choice. I looked out the door, and back at my body. I thought about my situation, and enjoyed looking around, guiding my floating a bit through thought, and having rather deep thoughts about how fun death seemed. But then I thought "What about Mom? I can't do this to my family....and there's other stuff for me to do first." After a few seconds, I decided to go back, even though being out-of-body certainly seemed fun. I just wasn't ready not to be alive. As soon as I made the decision, I took a few steps toward my body, and then "snapped" back and was inside. I was not breathing and my heart wasn't beating, and it was the most awful feeling I've ever experienced. I sent a powerful thought to my heart "Beat, d--- you!!!" and after a couple more seconds it finally went "lub..... dub....lub..dub...lubdub...." The second most awful thing was that my chest wasn't reflexively breathing by then...I then had to force that first breath. Anoxia is agonizing. The muscles didn't want to move at first, and then finally they did, and the air seared my lungs. After thrashing around for a bit until the pain reduced, I got up WITH my body and got the Tylenol and the wet washcloth. I took my temperature.... 104! I took three Tylenol instead of two, and forced myself into a cool water bath..brrrrrr.\n\nI've had other OBE's, but that one is the easiest to describe, and the only one during serious illness (which is more easy for those who have not experienced one to relate to). I found that it generally takes serious stress to the body for it to happen for me (anaphylaxic allergic reactions to various medications or ant stings, long-term severe anxiety due to life crises, etc.), and I don't seek out the experience...it is too dangerous as I still want to live (I'm a mom, teacher, and just have too much going on to leave it now). \n\nOn the other hand, having this and the other OBE's has resulted in my NOT fearing death. I hate and am terrified of pain... but death? I don't WANT to die...but I also am not afraid of it. Just like I don't want to spend so much on gas...but I'm not afraid of the gas pump...lol!\n\nIt also has brought me into a deeper relationship with G-d. I have no question that G-d exists (things that happened in other OBE's that I can't describe here...too personal), and I feel nothing but love and awe for the Creator. I am Jewish, but I also am fully aware of all our different faiths as just different ways for us to "look" at the same thing given our physical and mental limitations. I enjoy the philosophy, particular view of G-d, and rituals of Judaism, not to mention that it is my family's heritage. However, the religion itself is not important except to building your spiritual comfort, sense of community in G-d, and a framework for personal reflection...the relationships between your heart and G-d, and your deeds and your fellow humans, are what are important when everything is said and done.
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Have you tried contacting the hospital?
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Yes, several times.  Once in particular comes to mind vividly.  I was walking down the corridor in the hospital where I work & I saw this young woman sitting on the cold concrete floor & crying.  \n\nShe wasn't outside a patient room but an administrative office so I wasn't sure what to make of the situation.  In any case, I stopped what I was doing & knelt down next to her.  She flung herself into my arms and just cried harder & so I let her & tried to offer comfort.\n\nCome to find out that she'd just lost her mother upstairs & I've never been more glad, or grateful, to have halted myself and try to help.