Misdiagnosis of breast cancer has numerous detrimental effects, such as needless mastectomy surgery or lumpectomy. Unnecessary radiation or chemotherapy with long-lasting and dangerous side effects.
Delayed treatment allows the cancer to metastasize and progress.
Which, in turn, needs rehabilitation and reconstructive surgery, producing physical pain, emotional suffering, and even wrongful death.
The journey through the complexities of healthcare can be daunting, especially when faced with the unexpected.
In this personal account, I share the harrowing experience of discovering a protruding mass in my breast during a routine self-examination.
Delayed treatment allows the cancer to metastasize and progress.
Which, in turn, needs rehabilitation and reconstructive surgery, producing physical pain, emotional suffering, and even wrongful death.
The journey through the complexities of healthcare can be daunting, especially when faced with the unexpected.
In this personal account, I share the harrowing experience of discovering a protruding mass in my breast during a routine self-examination.
Little did I know that this discovery would lead me down a path of medical negligence, presenting challenges that continually test not only my resilience but also my trust in the reliability of the healthcare system. Even now, in 2025, I am still struggling with several side effects, such as weight gain, pain, a chronic seroma, and more, which have changed my life for as long as I live.
To my dismay, nearly two years after the initial erroneous diagnosis, I discovered that the clinic and attending physicians had misdiagnosed my lump.
These medical professionals classified my condition as "benign," creating a false sense of safety and reassurance that there was no urgency that time would not affect the tumor, which turned out to be an entirely misdiagnosis that cost me my womanhood, made me chronically ill, and created anxieties, insomnia, hopelessness, and more.
To my dismay, nearly two years after the initial erroneous diagnosis, I discovered that the clinic and attending physicians had misdiagnosed my lump.
These medical professionals classified my condition as "benign," creating a false sense of safety and reassurance that there was no urgency that time would not affect the tumor, which turned out to be an entirely misdiagnosis that cost me my womanhood, made me chronically ill, and created anxieties, insomnia, hopelessness, and more.
As I struggled with a growing lump, pain, and the confusing diagnosis, the true nature of my condition remained concealed for almost two years.
This negligence delayed an accurate diagnosis, leading to significant consequences for my health, life, and treatments.
The valuable time wasted could have been used for less harmful and aggressive interventions and less invasive treatments instead of allowing the condition to advance unchecked.
This misdiagnosis not only impeded the prompt initiation of the correct treatment but also placed my life in jeopardy.
The emotional toll of navigating a healthcare system fraught with missteps cannot be overstated.
The rollercoaster of hope and confusion, fueled by the initial diagnosis, added a new layer of complexity to an already dire situation.
This negligence delayed an accurate diagnosis, leading to significant consequences for my health, life, and treatments.
The valuable time wasted could have been used for less harmful and aggressive interventions and less invasive treatments instead of allowing the condition to advance unchecked.
This misdiagnosis not only impeded the prompt initiation of the correct treatment but also placed my life in jeopardy.
The emotional toll of navigating a healthcare system fraught with missteps cannot be overstated.
The rollercoaster of hope and confusion, fueled by the initial diagnosis, added a new layer of complexity to an already dire situation.
Coping with uncertainty became a daily struggle for me and those close to me.
The doctor assured me that he would schedule a lumpectomy to remove the benign breast tumor surgically—but neither that appointment nor any subsequent ones ever came.
Broken Promises:
I placed my trust and life in the hands of Christinakliniken and its medical team, expecting a professional, concerned, and responsible action plan.
I trusted this doctor’s assurance that my lump was benign and not urgent, giving me no other choice but to wait for the promised follow-up that never came.
But instead, I was dismissed and then forgotten, allowing my cancer to grow and metastasize.
The doctor assured me that he would schedule a lumpectomy to remove the benign breast tumor surgically—but neither that appointment nor any subsequent ones ever came.
Broken Promises:
I placed my trust and life in the hands of Christinakliniken and its medical team, expecting a professional, concerned, and responsible action plan.
I trusted this doctor’s assurance that my lump was benign and not urgent, giving me no other choice but to wait for the promised follow-up that never came.
But instead, I was dismissed and then forgotten, allowing my cancer to grow and metastasize.
I waited, month after month, a year passed, and more months, and if I had not sought a second opinion, the negligence of Christinakliniken and Dr. Micheal Szeps, without a doubt, would have ended my life.
Dr. Micheal Szeps had promised to call me back for an “elective surgery” to remove the “benign” lump, but instead, he left me stranded in a void of silence. The lack of communication left me feeling abandoned and helpless.
After waiting for almost two years, the lump grew, and it was painful, and I could no longer ignore it.
So I had no choice but to seek a second opinion, only to find out I had metastasized breast cancer.
The emotional toll of such news was immeasurable, it shattered my nerves and the trust I had placed in the medical system.
Dr. Micheal Szeps had promised to call me back for an “elective surgery” to remove the “benign” lump, but instead, he left me stranded in a void of silence. The lack of communication left me feeling abandoned and helpless.
After waiting for almost two years, the lump grew, and it was painful, and I could no longer ignore it.
So I had no choice but to seek a second opinion, only to find out I had metastasized breast cancer.
The emotional toll of such news was immeasurable, it shattered my nerves and the trust I had placed in the medical system.
The broken promises and neglect not only impacted my physical well-being but also took a toll on my mental and emotional health and altered the course of my life permanently.
Four years ago, my womanhood was stolen away from me, and I was mutilated with dire physical and mental ramifications that I'm still battling in 2024.
Today, my only social life is limited to a couple of doctor's appointments per month.
Furthermore, the mastectomy produced PMPS (postmastectomy pain syndrome), a frozen shoulder, and a painful and traumatizing chronic seroma, which has been with me for four years.
The physical and emotional trauma of the mastectomy, the side effects, and the follow-up cancer treatments have eliminated my social life.
I am constantly in pain and fatigued. This makes it impossible for me to socialize or engage in activities I used to do before the mastectomy.
The discovery of a protruding mass in my breast set off a chain of events that exposed the fallibility of the healthcare system.
Through perseverance, advocacy, and a commitment to my own well-being, I emerged from this ordeal, mutilated and with my life shortened, but with valuable lessons learned and love for life.
This narrative serves as a personal account and a call to action for all to be vigilant and loud advocates for their health in the face of adversity.
I am constantly in pain and fatigued. This makes it impossible for me to socialize or engage in activities I used to do before the mastectomy.
The discovery of a protruding mass in my breast set off a chain of events that exposed the fallibility of the healthcare system.
Through perseverance, advocacy, and a commitment to my own well-being, I emerged from this ordeal, mutilated and with my life shortened, but with valuable lessons learned and love for life.
This narrative serves as a personal account and a call to action for all to be vigilant and loud advocates for their health in the face of adversity.
My heart raced as the doctor examined the lump, my palms clammy with anxiety.
The memory of my mother’s grief and suffering still haunts me, I couldn’t bear the thought of my daughters enduring the same ordeal as I.
The weight of the anxiety pressed heavily on my shoulders, causing a dull ache to settle in the pit of my stomach, and I felt nauseous.
