Again

It is hard to believe that it has been forever since I last posted a blog, but I do not feel bad about it, as I can see that not many other people in my list are posting blogs either. 
If I had remembered this is my secret blog, where I can come and post my secret thoughts and feelings, I might have come and posted more often.  But I forgot. 
This is my venting blog.  Not too many people know about it, so not too many people I know read it.  Therefore, I can come here and write anything I desire because then I do not have to worry about anyone reading it and becoming pissed at me because of what I write.
Last time I blogged, I was going through the "I might have cancer" time.  Today, it is "my sister does have cancer" time. 
Daryl, has been diagnosed with breast cancer for the third time in her life.  Last year she had a mastectomy.  She is unable to do radiation or chemotherapy due to her medical history of seizures.  They even tried a hormone on her to help with cancer prevention, and she had a grand mal seizure.  She almost died. 
About a week ago, I took my sister to the office for her biopsy.  Three days later was the call stating it was positive.  Now, we are awaiting the appointment with the surgeon. 
The anger flows through me with this new diagnosis.
When she had the first mastectomy, she had asked them to remove both breasts due to the fact of her history of cancer in the one they did not take.  She went through blood tests they do to see if your cancer is familial.  The inherited gene.
It is not, therefore, insurance would not pay for a bilateral mastectomy. 
Now she has to go through this surgery again, just on the opposite side of what was already done.  Don't you think money could have been saved if they had done it in the first place?
Who am I to yell at?  Who is it that I stand before and scream that they are idiots? 
My sister is already on disability because the radiologist failed to see a brain bleed that she had, due to a leaking aneurysm that ruptured, causing seizures and a heart attack. She died on the table of the surgeon who stopped the bleed.  She was never quite right after that. 
Now she has to go back under the knife due to a medical system that is failing us. 
Dear Lord, please give us the strength we need to make it through this, again.