December 17th, 2008

December 17th, 2008

The number one question I get asked isn’t what you’d think. Everyone tends to shy away from the “What happened?” as they consider it too personal, and most often don’t want to bring up bad memories or force me to answer something I don’t want to think about, even now. But, once they DO ask that question – I tend to get grilled with what they consider most important:

Did you SUE that doctor?

The simple answer is No – but then they want to know why and.. well yeah. To be honest, I’m not really sure why I didn’t. Mostly, I didn’t want to bring the kids through something like that, but also – I wasn’t sure I could handle it. While I do blame the doctor for the switch in the meds and causing Kevin’s death, I don’t see what good suing him will do. This particular doctor has been sued for malpractice before, and always settles and is still practices medicine here in town.

Part of me me thinks why bother? He’ll still be there, and it just won’t do any good. It also won’t bring Kevin back, or make me feel any better either. Sure, I might get some money out of it – but what if I don’t? How am I supposed to pay for representation, if they even decided I had a case?

So there were more questions then answers, and I just couldn’t see being just like all the Sue Happy Americans, and going to court. It just seemed to be too much bother, for little gain. That, and I was told I’d have to decide within 2 years, and since it’s been over 3 now… yeah.

So no.
I didn’t sue.
Any other questions?

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