The people. I believe in their people. Every single one of them that I have met. The last time I was there I was numb, somewhat tunnel vision compared to this time. This time I saw the friends, the spouses waiting as their loved ones were getting treatment, there was some excitement, some hope, some were there because, well it's another day on their journey. Wordless communication is a powerful tool. The expression I see on some as I tell them my diagnosis the first time, the expressions I see on all of you, and it gives me strength, you all have to digest news, and some of you choose your words carefully and some of you react, like, kick it's ass. You are all with me on this journey and I am so thankful for all of you. All of you are helping in different ways, there is not one right way or wrong way. You are all special.
This post is all over the place, I know, all the people I have spoken with over the last few weeks at Emory came out of the woodworks to great me, they really are great people. I am in great hands. All the time, work, and research has been done, I have signed all the papers, now it is in the financial departments hands as they attack the insurance provider. With over twenty years of research, Proton therapy is still considered relatively new, prostate surgeries can be traced back to early 1900's, so health insurance likes to go with what it knows, I was told by my doctor that it was good that I had a surgery consult, and that I have met with other radiation oncologists, this helps in their arguments with the insurers.
Emory will keep me updated, and I know I will be reaching out for the updates as well.
And Hospital A did get their info to Emory. It took 6 business days to send notes from four visits. It wasn't even 4 paragraphs. All the hoops that have to jumped through are crazy, I know there is a reason, whether legal or company bureaucracy, but man is it crazy.
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