Wednesday, November 01, 2006

The Witches of HC

Halloween Fun at HC
Originally uploaded by Chepner.
It's been awhile....I know.

I am feeling a wee bit disconnected for some reason - it's that time of year for open enrollment and this was the first time that I realized the seriousness of my condition.

You see - I have a pituitary tumor. Found two years ago. The doctor made it seem minor. "Take this drug it will curb the headaches and the additional side effects."

It did.

It appears that companies are going with a most consumer-based insurance option. For many people - including myself - this could very well save money. Unless you take a drug that is used to treat an unusual condition. I have to take this drug. There is no alternative.

It isn't covered as a chronic drug to get assistance through insurance. When I called to find out how much it costs - they hadn't heard of it. I had to spell it, explain it, talk about my condition.

It was their response that made me realize that this is a little more serious than I ever considered. Guess I hadn't thought about it. To be honest it made me angry that I don't have any other options.

So I guess that's where I have been. Pissed off.

Halloween was a nice change - got all gussied up and gave blood. Helped someone else that is worse off than I am.

I hope to get out of this 'funk' soon.

I promise to be back soon.


Carol said...

Good grief, sweetie, I had no idea. Hugs to you. How you remain so upbeat is beyond me.

Writer Mom said...

Ah, Chep.

So sorry.
I've been off in my own world, feeling somewhat similar. Why aren't there more choices? I don't like being told there aren't other options.

Anything we can do?
The kids send hugs.
I do, too.
This is a lame comment, but just couldn't think of the right words tonight.

I love you.

zilla said...

Oh, Chep. Oh, dear. I wish there was a way for me to help. (((HUGS)))

Here's my favorite Hallowe'en song from first grade:

There was an old witch
Believe it if you can,
She tapped on the windows
And she ran, ran, ran.
She ran helter skelter with her toes in the air,
Cornstalks flying from the old witch's hair.

Swish goes the broomstick, meow goes the cat,
Plop goes the hop-toad sitting on her hat.
"Wee," chuckled I, "What fun, what fun!"
Hallowe'en night when the witches run!

I hope that made you smile :-)