Bills can cause heart attacks. Not done with the colitis crap yet. Still all clear.
There’s a lot to cover, so I’m handling this in chronological order. First, guess who got a bill in the mail on Saturday for $10,000? According to my insurance statement, Marvelous whatever hospital treated my second stay as out-of-network, which meant my insurance a) didn’t pay as much, and b) paid even less than they might have because out-of-network stuff requires pre-authorization, which of course I didn’t have because the hospital is supposed to be IN network. After much freaking out, my insurance company assured me someone somewhere made a mistake, and this bill should go away. But will the charges be reprocessed before the bill is due? I don’t know. I was told this could take weeks, and the bill is due sooner than that. I expect lots of phone calls to lots of people in my future. Just what every patient needs – more stress!
Moving on, I had my (hopefully) last colitis treatment on Monday, and I am (slowly) allowed to eat normal foods again. Just to be safe, the GI wants me to have another upper endoscopy to make sure everything is totally back to normal. At least that’s better than another colonoscopy. Endoscopy prep just requires that you don’t eat, which is a hell of a lot less unpleasant than requiring anal purging. (Yes, I wanted to type anal purging just for fun.) Anyway, it’s something to look forward to in May.
And finally, I had my brain MRI last week and yesterday my oncologist declared it to show nothing. (Insert your own joke here.) The good is that there is no obvious sigs of cancer in my head. The bad is that means I still have no clue what’s causing my headaches or the occasional ear pain.
What does all this mean? It means I don’t have to go back to Boston or see a cancer (or cancer-related) doctor for 7 whole weeks! I haven’t gone more than two weeks without being poked, probed, stabbed, jabbed, medicated, felt up, or cut open since May 2014. Almost two years. *boggles*
At that 7 week mark I will get the endoscopy done and see the oncologist for a check-up. Assuming that goes well, I get to go another few weeks before being scanned again. And this is how the routine will go for a while unless something changes for the worse. Let’s hope not. It would be lovely to have a summer unmarred by ER visits, paralysis, colitis, or zombie-like fatigue.