My wife has a retired relative who is always at the doctor's office for a variety of reasons, most of which are imaginary. I think she's just lonely and needs someone to listen to her.
I see this a lot in wealthy folks. Older people sitting around with nothing to do so they run to doctors. They have every condition in medical books. They take handful of pills and another handful of pills just for the side effects after the first batch.
Those on Medicaid, you have to wait 2-3 weeks to see a doctor so they don't go.
Cancer is the worst. Those that have money become victims. There is always experimental drugs at $100k per treatment that MAYBE will beat it. Nobody talks about that but the amount of money Cancer patients blow for nothing is staggering. So many snake oils out there.
My dad died recently from lung cancer that had metastasized to his brain. It was already in both lungs by the time they found it (by chance), so none of the surgeons wanted to touch it. The oncologists recommended chemotherapy and radiation. My dad opted to do nothing for two years, and that whole time he was asymptomatic, so he was able to do all of the things he normally did with no restrictions. The only problem was that psychologically he was a mess. All he talked about from the time they diagnosed him was cancer and dying. In hindsight, it seems like it would've been better if he hadn't know that he was sick.
Eventually, when my dad started experiencing some symptoms from the lung cancer he agreed to let the doctors give him radiation treatments to shrink the tumor down. According to the doctors, the radiation was successful, but as far as I'm concerned, that was the beginning of the end. My dad started feeling sick and weak and more anxious than he'd been before. Finally, a year or so later, after the cancer had metastasized to my dad's brain, he let them do radiation treatments on his brain. Again, the doctors said that the radiation had been successful, but from my perspective it seemed like my dad was gone after that. For obvious reasons, he couldn't think clearly after they had radiated his brain. By the time he died, a few months later, he was delusional and barely knew who his own family was...
As far as I'm concerned, if I ever get diagnosed with terminal cancer, unless it's a type of cancer that has been proven to respond well to whatever treatments are available, I'm not going to get any treatment. I'll stick around as long as I don't feel too bad, but before I start to get really sick, I'm going to have a party, invite my friends and family, talk over old times, have fun, drink some cold beers, do a few shots of tequila, smoke a joint, eat a bunch of pain pills and go to sleep for the last time. Fuck waiting around until I die naturally. I don't see the point in suffering when you know you're going to die in a short time anyway.
I'd never let my dog suffer like my dad did when he was dying from cancer, but that seems to be the norm. Of course, we gave him morphine to kill the pain towards the end, but it's hard to tell how much it worked. He couldn't talk anymore, so we don't know for sure if he was still feeling pain, even with the morphine, but he sure didn't look like he was having too much fun. I really don't understand why our society allows humans to die long, slow, painful deaths, when we could easily just put them out of their misery and quickly end their suffering. The problem is, unless you live in Oregon or Switzerland, if a doctor or family member helps a dying patient to die more quickly, we can be arrested and charged with murder... WTF?