Although slow-going—and, so far, unproductive—I’m still encouraged by the fact that, unlike the past, I have people who at least purport to be on my side interested in things like the denial of essential medical treatment for my terminal condition.
There’s Joseph Nazarian, who is representing my cause against Dr. Crapo, as described in these posts:
As you’ll see from these posts, the substantive and meaningful portions of my claim against Dr. Crapo were spearheaded and executed by me; whereas, Mr. Nazarian has yet to complete the simple task of resubmitting a claim with a more specific date to Santa Clara County lawyers to avoid another denial. Still, I’m confident that as the claim advances, he’ll prove useful, even if only through the use of his letterhead in correspondence and name in court documents (serious people hire attorneys
is the message I so longed to send scumbags like those in this county for quite some time).
Then, there’s Denise Miller
, who is representing me in the enforcement of a peaceable contact order issued by a court, authorizing me to patron the PACE Clinic; when issued, both parties (me and PACE) acknowledged that the clinic is my only option for treatment, and that, provided contact was peaceful and orderly, I would be allowed to pursue treatment:
Still, PACE is refusing to see me, and I’m not hopeful they’ll change their minds anytime soon. The recent update to the first post shows that absolutely no affirmative action has been taken in a fairly cut-and-dry case; the post in its entirety demonstrates a disturbing lack of attention to detail, bordering on senile-like confusion (but, then again, PACE and the Law Foundation are paid from the same coffers, and none of this is unfamiliar to me at all; next, it’ll be constant delays that are invariably someone else’s fault besides the attorneys, and which last until some calamity occurs which draws me away from pushing things forward).
Like with the first, I’ve done all the legwork myself—all of it—even getting my insurance provider to grant options for medical treatment:
|My room at Regional Medical Center (not VMC), where I hope to receive definitive treatment for a common intestinal infection that usually takes only four weeks to treat—not four months, as per VMC [see VMC = Demon Death Trap]
The third person to (possibly) get involved isn’t an attorney, but was recommended by one, but is District Supervisor, Cindy Chavez. Initially, I scoffed at taking Holden Green’s
advice, but am glad now that whatever reservations I may have had were overridden by desperation. Although I have yet to see any results—or even speak with Ms. Chavez directly—I’m encouraged by how well staff at the District Supervisors’ offices keep track of follow-up dates, and am floored by their willingness to take on every task within their power to do. Minus the phone calls, here’s the correspondence between me and District I Supervisor Mike Wasserman’s Policy Analyst, who epitomizes the ideal American work ethic and job responsibility:
This exchange of e-mails is encouraging on another note, as well; I haven’t once had to initiate a follow-up, whereas, as of early this week, I’m still hounding the same attorney with the same issue, which is now nearly a month old:
|You called? They called? The plan? It’s almost Thursday…