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When You’re Mad, Get Even

Now that I’ve got your attention, today’s topic is all about helping my daughter help a dear friend. When the times look the bleakest and big brother’s got his foot in your back the best thing to do is gather your buddies and give a communal drop kick. So please read and do what you can to help our cause.
I grew up in Chicago, but when it came to raising my own kids, I chose the tranquility of central Illinois’ farming country. There was a sense of community and safety. No gangs, no violence, just lots of likable friends. My children grew up right across the street from the school, k-12. Consequently, our house was the ‘hangin’ grounds’. I got to know almost every child in our small little town (pop. 1200). One of these kids has remained a good friend to my daughter and son. She’s married now and has 3 small children. And a terminal diagnosis. She is fighting valiantly every day to stay well and stay alive – for herself, for the hubs and especially for those three precious little ones.
And now comes the rub. After being insured with one of the big 3 (and I’m talking big) health care insurers, she is being denied vital diagnostic procedures that would hopefully prolong her life and give her the chance to raise those kids. And I know that every single one of you has personally heard this excuse from a health care provider: the treatment is not approved, so we can’t cover it! How does treatment get approved, anyway then? If someone out there isn’t willing to try it and advance its progress, how can any treatment be accepted?
I, myself, am hoping against hope that it’s not the same old crap you see everyday on the news! We’re tired of having to actually pay out anything and your treatment has exceeded our profit/loss margin, so now we’re dumping you and moving on to the next sucker who wants to pay inflated insurance premiums to a company with its hq in Las Vegas! In Jamie’s case, she has a rare form of liver cancer with a dire prognosis. Her medical team have agreed on a course of treatment that can give her any hope and now the big, bad, blue says it won’t pay for her pet scans, which costs in the thousand of dollars. I’m hoping that it’s not the same old case of insurance company character flaws: deny, deny, deny and maybe she’ll go away!
Jamie and her husband have decided to do the grown up thing and approach their company to see if they can get this worked out. So, for now, I just wanted to tell her story and enlist your future aid in anything we may do as a group to help.
I hate to say this, but good luck with that, Jamie & hubs. It’s so evident by the state of our health care system that our nation and insurers have a long way to go before they have attained your maturity. All our love, thoughts and prayers are with you and your family for some sort of recovery and extended life.
As for your insurance company all I have to say is: do the math, idiots! It’s cheaper to pay for a few pet scans than to have the public support and raise three motherless children!!!!! Geeze, did I really have to say that out loud? Doesn’t everybody realize that?…