Too little; too late

 Below are excerpts from emails sent to my sister from a friend diagnosed with cancer. Comments in brackets [ ] are my sister's:”

“As you well know, the Healthcare system is broken. I can't get a biopsy for 2 weeks and I can't see an oncologist until I get one and then it will be another week to 10 days before they can see me. A little discouraged but I'm determined to accept what is available on this little mountain!

I'm still trying to get an appointment with the oncologist. [She never could.] The medicine my Primary prescribed is keeping the cough under control if I remember to take it before the coughing spasm hits.

Physically, I'm reasonably comfortable, but this has been a medical care nightmare! Hours and hours on the phone chasing down an order for a biopsy. Finally got a date confirmed on Monday--it's next Thursday. [She died on Friday.] I am now using oxygen full time, still have temp (going to Urgent Care today). I've had it for weeks. Aranda [her doctor] is useless. I need to make sure I'm clear before the biopsy.

I already have cancelled my eye appointment and the endoscopy. Waiting to ask the oncologist about the heart specialist and the booster shot.

I am doing ok. I am so grateful for the meds that keep my cough at bay. Sleeping and eating are still a challenge but I'm managing. And the breathlessness is increasing incrementally. (I'm grateful I can still find words. I dread losing them and my ability to talk and sing!)”

 I have nothing to add.

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