Imagine a woman, whom just turned 55, a survivor of breast cancer, finds a 8 mm lump in her breast. they say its a cist, or something, and they plan on removing it. Trouble is, is that is exactly what they said the first time. It was 94, she went through this. Removal of the breast ensued, and chemotherapy was difficult. In 2001 her mom was diagnosed with breast cancer, problem was, she was 69, and never went to the dr. She lost the breast, and was chemo-ed and recovered, but then it got into her bones. She passed in 2004 after a hard fight. Just months after her husband had passed away, the night of her grandson's birthday she fell and broke allot of bones going to the bathroom. she waited till that next day, sept 3rd to pass.
Now imagine this woman aforementioned gets a visit by a sherriff serving her papers from the hospital to collect on a debt unpaid from scans of her stomache, because she was severely sick, and they had found out she was anemic. She had bariatrick treatment done