Cancer is Big Business

That was the opinion of a woman on Facebook who vented that anyone who wanted to pay $35 for a pink t-shirt just to parade around for cancer awareness was just wasting her money. (I refer to any number of organized events during the month of October designed to raise breast cancer awareness and, more importantly, money.) It would be more useful, she opined, to drive a woman to chemotherapy if one really wanted to help. She went on to say these fund raising organizations were not entirely what they said they were and didn't offer the services they really said they offer.

She wasn't necessarily wrong. I would have re-posted her comments here except they've been taken down either by the author herself or the Facebook group's organizer (organizing a team of walkers for such a fundraising walk.)

Cancer is a big business. Surgeons, hospitals, medical equipment companies and their sales reps, pharmaceutical companies and reps, etc., There's a whole non-medical world seeking to profit as well (well intentioned or not). Some would call them wholistic healers; others would call them reckless scam artists. Some are legitimate; some are not. The problem is, the patient has to sort all this out in a pretty short period of time right after she hears the word "cancer."

I don't know the woman who posted this but maybe she was hurting. Maybe she was still near to her breast cancer experience. Maybe she got burned. Her post wasn't hostile but it was angry. 

I feel for her but I bought the $35 t-shirt anyway. I also checked out the organization for this particular fundraising walk and felt comfortable enough to donate more. I haven't volunteered to drive anyone to chemo yet but I did download the application to donate time to said fundraising organization.

It's not much but maybe someday we can accomplish two things with all this awareness. Eradicate cancer and the big business that goes with it. 

It can make you wonder if one group is working against the other.

Vitality

I read an affirmation suggesting that I imagine my cells as warriors that nothing could penetrate. Well, I know that's not true. I came across this card much earlier in my journey, maybe even before my mastectomy. I loved the idea of warrior cells doing battle against the cancer in my body. I tried to visualize  it and thereby make it so.

The warriors didn't get the message.

The subject of the affirmation was really about vitality. Verve. The energy to live. Manifesting that energy, if you will, into healthy cells. A healthy mind and body.

That's where I find myself today. I'm done with this cancer bullshit. I'm done griping about my insurance company. It's time to let go and get on with it. It's time to be grateful for the rest of me, the healthy, un-diseased vital parts. I'm even grateful for my frankenboob. It's been a long journey but a marvelous and beautiful testament to science and to healers. I wouldn't wish it on anyone but I can be grateful that I made it this far. I have to acknowledge it could have been much, much worse.

As for the warrior cells, I am imaging them in my niece, praying that these miraculous cells do indeed exist, that her surgery will not result in amputation. Fight, cells, fight! (Different cancer, different body amputation.)

In the meantime, I'm signed up for one of those cancer walks that are promoted every October. I did one a couple of years ago and was congratulated on being a survivor. I was three months post-surgery at the time and didn't feel like a survivor. I wasn't ready to celebrate survivorship. I was still getting used to my form, my new self image, the idea that I had cancer in the first place.

I'm ready now.

The purpose of the walk is to raise funds for the Desert Care Foundation which does not conduct or fund cancer research. Their mission is "to help pay for cancer care for local residents who need financial assistance." I think that's worth supporting. I don't want anyone, regardless of their ability to pay, to have to fight to get coverage from their healthcare provider for breast cancer treatment and related services. I want to help those who need help paying for what insurance doesn't cover. I hate hitting up family and friends for fundraising (which makes me a terrible fundraiser) but if you're interested, this is the place to donate.

By the way, my niece has a Go Fund Me page. She elected to get some treatment in Mexico which is not covered by insurance but she will also have care in the United States which will undoubtedly come with a sizable deductible.

I give up

I'm tired of fighting with my insurance company. Maybe it's time to throw in the towel. Surrender. After all, I have my life. I have a bionic boob. I have all my limbs (a relative is facing potential amputation in the face of cancer). I have all my hair. I only owe roughly $200 at this point.

The hospital had lost, then found, $2,000 that I paid so that battle is over. There was no acknowledgement of their error. Certainly no apology for the aggravation it caused.

I have a while before my account goes to collections. That was another headache: I waited so long for a claim to be paid that my account went to collections. I paid the outstanding $113 but - long story short - I continued to be harassed for money, again, I no longer owed. That's been cleared up now.

I have a couple of appeals still out there for the remaining $200. I doubt things will change. I'll wait just to see but I might not have any fight left. They win.

I have some forms to submit a grievance with the state. I'll review those and consider making a complaint at the very least. I won't expect any financial recovery. Last year I paid about $1,400 over my maximum out-of-pocket of $6,900. I don't think I'll get any of that back even though those services were medically necessary and should be covered by my insurance, imo.

I learned from last year. So far this year, I'm only $200 over my out-of-pocket maximum (of $7k). The hospital found the money they lost. The collections company has recorded the money I paid and closed that account. Theoretically, I only have two more follow-up appointments with my doctor that are theoretically covered.

It's not so much about the money. It's the principle. No cancer patient should have to fight their insurance company to cover legitimate claims. Cancer patients are already fighting a battle. 

No patient should have to fight to have their claims paid. I can't imagine what it's like for people who have no insurance, no education, no means to absorb what insurance doesn't cover. It makes me sad. And mad. Hours of phone calls. Literally, hundreds of pages of paper. (I'm looking at them right now. There's at least 500 pages there.) 

I have to remember to be grateful because, in the end, I'm one of the lucky ones.

Time will tell

 So far, healing well.