My name is Tim and I have stage 4 colon cancer that has metastasized to the lung and liver. I was given the choice to choose palliative chemotherapy or try my best to live my life for the next 6 months to a year. No cure for you is what I continue to hear. It started when I was sick for 6 months, just bleeding and the Doctor ignored it. I was 230 pounds and kept losing weight . I went down to 140 pounds. I could hardly walk, had problems swallowing, and was deteriorating fast. After tests, CT scans and PET scan my Doctor said I was terminal and had no idea how much longer I had to live. My blood was at a level so low that I needed a transfusion. I went to Westside Regional Emergency for the transfusion. I arrived at the medical facility at 7:00 AM, feeling extremely cold upon entering. The temperature inside was very low, and I immediately noticed it was difficult to get comfortable. Despite asking for assistance, I was not offered any immediate relief or warmth. Given the cold conditions, I asked for additional blankets. I was provided with five blankets, which helped me maintain some warmth, but it wasn’t enough to counter the overwhelming chill I was experiencing. The medical staff informed me that I would be receiving a transfusion, but it wasn’t until around 12:00 PM that the transfusion process began. This delay of approximately five hours in treatment added to my discomfort and distress. Upon arrival, the medical team mentioned I had multiple health issues that required urgent attention. However, due to the cold, discomfort, and the prolonged waiting time, I felt my condition was not being managed adequately.

Around 12:00 PM, I made the decision to leave the facility. Despite the medical team's concerns, I was freezing, and I chose to sign out of the facility, effectively releasing them from all responsibility. I felt that I was not receiving the necessary care and warmth that I needed at that moment. I left the facility and went to my car to warm up, hoping to regain some comfort and stability. I took this action because my immediate well-being was my priority, and the medical setting was not providing the conditions that were necessary for me to stay.

After leaving the facility and recovering some warmth in my car, I made the decision to seek a second opinion. I contacted my daughter, who is a nurse on the West Coast, and together we found a medical facility that would take me in for further evaluation and care. I checked in within hours they told me I had Pneumonia and the Rhino Virus, may as well received Pneumonia from Westside Regional. I received antibiotics and felt much better. After, the doctor came in and gave me a choice to live or die . I had colon resection surgery and they removed a softball size tumor from my intestines with some Cancer cells . In a few days I was up and walking back to normal. It was a miracle to me, but now what do I do? I have stage 4 Cancer . It is in my lungs, and now my liver. I am terminal but how long do I have left? I am back to 160 pounds and trying to adjust. I feel life has a new experience for me to face. I have no income only my social security which pays for my car and small amount left for gas. I have projects that need to be completed. I gave a lot of stuff away my website was hacked totally destroyed. It maybe the only way I can make any money. Life has not much left for me now.