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Let me tell you a medical horror story.

It started like an innocent Tuesday. Two women went for their breast check-up. Nothing serious. Just the usual "let's be sure everything is fine."

The doctor took a biopsy from both. Normal routine stuff.

When the results came back, one had cancer, the other didn't.

The woman with cancer was referred to another hospital for surgery. The surgeon looked at the report, did that slow doctor nod (you know the one that makes you start writing your will in your head), and scheduled a mastectomy.

Surgery went smoothly, as smoothly as cutting off someone's breast can be. They pack the breasts in a container full of formalin and send them to the histopathology lab for the usual final confirmation.

Madam went home afterwards. She was sad, yes, but also relieved. The kind of relief where you say, "At least I'm alive." She was probably even pricing padded bras on Instagram.

Then… the new lab report came back.

Guess what it said? No cancer. Just pure, innocent tissue looking at the pathologist like, "Excuse me, sir, why am I in a jar?"

The surgeon started sweating. Not the normal one that comes when gen goes. This was deep regret sweat. The kind that soaks through your scrubs and into your soul.

He ran to the lab to beg them to check every single block of tissue like a man looking for the last piece of goat meat in the pot. Still nothing.

At this point, the surgeon had to call the first lab that made the diagnosis.

Surgeon: Hello, good afternoon. About that cancer case you sent me…

Lab: Yes, doctor?

Surgeon: She doesn't have cancer.

Lab: Wait, what?

Surgeon: She. Does. Not. Have. Cancer.

Lab: Ah. Give us a moment.

They rechecked everything from that day. And then the devil's handiwork was revealed.

The samples had been mislabeled. The woman with no cancer was told she had cancer and had her breast removed. The woman with cancer was told she was fine, and was probably somewhere drinking Zobo to her "good health."

That's it. That's the story.

It's the kind of thing you laugh at first because your brain says, This can't be real, and then… you go quiet. You start wondering, how many people are walking around carrying someone else's diagnosis?

Nice fiction...

Could probably never happen though. It takes a lot of tests to diagnose a cancer.

And no doctor the cancer patient is referred to is likely to just cut of the tissues without further testing.

I would believe that is also the last resort for such cases after other alternate treatment methods have been explored.

But nice story though. I think it may have sounded more convincing with other more common diseases with less testing procedures like malaria patients getting their diagnosis mixed up.

But good story. And the moral of your story in the end still applies!

brain54:
Nice fiction...

Could probably never happen though. It takes a lot of tests to diagnose a cancer.

And no doctor the cancer patient is referred to is likely to just cut of the tissues without further testing.

I would believe that is also the last resort for such cases after other alternate treatment methods have been explored.

But nice story though. I think it may have sounded more convincing with other more common diseases with less testing procedures like malaria patients getting their diagnosis mixed up.

But good story. And the moral of your story in the end still applies!

Read the story of Darrie Eason.


Seun, to find characters hard o.

Jacktheripper:
Read the story of Darrie Eason.


Seun, to find characters hard o.

Okay, I just googled it...

It's actually a real life story!

👍

This is utterly devastating and I would never laugh to this even if I'm drunk on Mama Safiyat's Nunu. I could feel the cold anxiety rush through my veins as my mind pondered and pounded heavily while my eyes devoured this horrific occurrence carved into my screen.

It's heartbreaking how easy mistakes can change the trajectory of our lives. I'm deeply hurt, not just as a man whose the female's mammary gland has led astray but as a man who must face the truth about how fragile life can be.

Gadamit bro!!!

Gadamit

Dis ur story ehhh! I work in d lab myself n d first thing u do after collecting sample is labeling but again ur anecdote is very possible u just have to be very careful in d lab, I actually know a lady that got infected with hiv while collecting sample from an infected person in d lab.

Biqsahm:
Dis ur story ehhh! I work in d lab myself n d first thing u do after collecting sample is labeling but again ur anecdote is very possible u just have to be very careful in d lab, I actually know a lady that got infected with hiv while collecting sample from an infected person in d lab.

WTF. What kind of lab is that? They couldn't get her on PEP immediately?

AntichristXXX:
WTF. What kind of lab is that? They couldn't get her on PEP immediately?

it was not readily available in Nigeria at that time like we have now.

My younger brother was also misdiagnosed when he went to check his Genotype prior to his wedding and he was told he was AS...and I resisted and told him to try another place immediately and after 24hours the result says he is AA.

That mistake could have cost him his marriage.

ibechris:
My younger brother was also misdiagnosed when he went to check his Genotype prior to his wedding. He was told he was AS...and I resisted and told him to try another place immediately, and after 24hours, the result says he is AA.

That mistake could have cost him his marriage.

I know you want that second result to be accurate, but what if the first result is correct? The only way you can be sure your brother isn't AS if both of your parents are AA. So maybe get a third opinion or result.

Biqsahm:
it was not readily available in Nigeria at that time like we have now.

Damn.

Jacktheripper:
I know you want that second result to be accurate, but what if the first result is correct? The only way you can be sure your brother isn't AS if both of your parents are AA. So maybe get a third opinion or result.

In my house we are all AA. I was sure of what I said to him knowing he was AA as he was tested in the past.

So,I was right. I didn't think otherwise.

My children are also AA because I and my wife are AA just like my parents.

[quote author=Jacktheripper post=136454212][/quote]It was wrong and not as if it might be wrong