Sick Girl Part VII

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About a week before my surgery, the hospital called and said that my insurance stated that they were not going to pay for my surgery. I went ballistic. I called my mom crying. I just couldn’t take the thought that I was finally going to get the tumor removed and it just be snatched away from me like that. My mom told me to calm down and call the insurance company. I called my insurance company and the lady told me they would cover me but not 100%. I put her on hold, called the hospital back to speak with the lady that called me, and placed us all on three-way. Apparently, there was a miss-communication. My surgery cost $8000. My insurance was going to cover $5000. After getting off the phone with the lady from the hospital, I started to cry again. How the hell was I going to come up with $3000? The lady from my insurance company said that they had a program that would help me pay the remaining cost because I was on disability. She was so nice to me. I was so relieved. I wasn’t even as scared anymore.

August 13, 2013, my mom and I left to go to the hospital at 4 am because we live almost 2 hours away. When we got there, we waited and waited some more. Finally, around 10 or 11 am, they came told us that my surgery had been removed from the schedule. My mom and I were so angry, we just stood there with our mouths hanging open. My mother has the patience and calmness of a monk, but I could see how angry and shocked she was. I could hear my mom talking to the lady but I just went into a daze. I wanted to scream but I didn’t have the strength. For a moment, I gave up. I just figured it was just not meant for me to have that surgery. Yes I was nervous about it, but I came to the hospital for my surgery that day in pain, the tumor throbbing like it was angry I was getting rid of it. I remember getting in my mom’s car and us driving to my surgeon’s office at UAB Hospital. My mom parked and told me to stay in the car because she wasn’t leaving the hospital until she had some answers. About an hour later, my mom came back to the car with a stack of papers for me to fill out. Basically, they decided because of their screw up that they were going to do my surgery for free and they signed me up for a program that would give me free medical care at UAB for a period of one year!

I could do nothing but praise God! Just an hour ago I was defeated and ready to give up but he gave me something greater than I ever could imagine receiving. I filled out the paper work and faxed it in. They rescheduled my surgery for 7 days later. This time was different. I wasn’t as nervous or as scared anymore about the surgery like I was before. I felt optimistic. I was so ready. I was finally, finally going to get my life back!