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My name is Elizabeth Spokoiny. I am a young mother of two beautiful daughters, married to the most wonderful man in the world. I created this site to help others avoid something like the harrowing nightmare I endured while a patient at Overlake Hospital.
For reasons that still seem totally inexplicable, the life threatening autoimmune illness that nearly took my life in 1997 (struggling with still today) was grossly misdiagnosed at Overlake Hospital as a "mental condition" -- without much of a diagnostic work-up (Overlake Hospital also SUED ME for my refusal to pay THEM $600 of ER co-pays on these misdiagnostic/tortuous visits. I was barely alive during the case against me ... unbelievable.) My illness is called polyarteritis nodosa, which is really just an inflammation of the arteries, but, it kills without very aggressive treatment. I also have an additonal problem with life threatening allergies to chemicals and solvents/plastics and many foods/food additives. I form IgE antibodies to the IgE receptor (allergic to myself -- which is an autoimmune phenomenon.) My illness(es) is part of the differential diagnosis for my presenting symptoms (severe hives, asphyxiating swelling and asthmatic symptoms), which can be varified in any laypersons medical text (Allergy for Dummies, Complete Idiot's Guide to Allergies), or in any medical student textbook. 66% of people with my condition will die without treatment in 1 year.
Overlake forced me to suffer all alone without ANY care at all because they were just too egomaniacal to admit they didn't know what to do with me, or they just didn't care. I begged for medical help through 9 long months of terror before I got properly treated. The Overlake ER doctors chose to blindly accept one or two bad opinions (by James Stroh and Scott BonVallet), so subsequent doctors I saw in the ER, chose not check each other's, nor Stroh's and BonVallet's false diagnoses, causing me needless suffering and physical and psychological damage for the rest of my life (which will probably be shortened due to their apathy and inaction.)
