My nightmares are starting to come true...
Chris and had I just gotten home from getting him some blood, ha, sounds like a cocktail or something; we decided to lay down and nap for a half hour before the kids walked in the door from school.
Chris, of course, was snoring away, and I was semi-conscious...and I hear pounding, at first it was a nice, "knock, knock, knock," then it sounded, again, and again. Finally, I decided to see who was needing my attention so earnestly.
Two men, in suits, no not missionaries...and they looked like they meant business. At first, I noticed the Intermountain Healthcare badges they wore, "oh, home health," I thought. No, administrators from Intermountain Medical Center looking for me, and money.
"We need to know where you are on getting the funding for your husbands treatments?"
"I have applied for Medicaid, and they keep asking for more info, I am doing what they are asking and it is still in appeals," I nervously stated.
"What kind of treatments is your husband receiving?" the older, more stern one asked.
"Bone marrow clinic, blood, chemotherapy. He had part of his lung removed."
"Oh, so they won't or shouldn't be treating you until they know you can pay them."
"They are already treating him, we just got back a minute ago from LDS Hospital."
"Let me get some info from you, and we need you to turn such and such in by Saturday," again, the old one said.
"Alright, thank you." I was freaked out.
Chris needs blood. Chris needs blood to live, every other day. What happens when they stop treating him because I can't pay them? I have worried from day one what was going to happen the day they come looking for money. I will offer my legs, my arms, but I can't bleed money; go ahead break my legs, but my husband still needs blood, whether I have money or not.
What am I going to do? I fear so many things in this life, everyday. I fear for my kids, my husband, money to pay for his treatments, money to feed my kids. I know everyone fears these things, and I don't mean to sound needy...these are just my fears, and one came true today, they want money; and I don't have it. What happens when they won't help us? Where will we turn?
I know my Heavenly Father is there, I can't forget He knows what is going to happen, and what is going on...this is our refining fire.
I was going through some photos, and found this of Asalee and my niece Taylor. So cute....
Chris and had I just gotten home from getting him some blood, ha, sounds like a cocktail or something; we decided to lay down and nap for a half hour before the kids walked in the door from school.
Chris, of course, was snoring away, and I was semi-conscious...and I hear pounding, at first it was a nice, "knock, knock, knock," then it sounded, again, and again. Finally, I decided to see who was needing my attention so earnestly.
Two men, in suits, no not missionaries...and they looked like they meant business. At first, I noticed the Intermountain Healthcare badges they wore, "oh, home health," I thought. No, administrators from Intermountain Medical Center looking for me, and money.
"We need to know where you are on getting the funding for your husbands treatments?"
"I have applied for Medicaid, and they keep asking for more info, I am doing what they are asking and it is still in appeals," I nervously stated.
"What kind of treatments is your husband receiving?" the older, more stern one asked.
"Bone marrow clinic, blood, chemotherapy. He had part of his lung removed."
"Oh, so they won't or shouldn't be treating you until they know you can pay them."
"They are already treating him, we just got back a minute ago from LDS Hospital."
"Let me get some info from you, and we need you to turn such and such in by Saturday," again, the old one said.
"Alright, thank you." I was freaked out.
Chris needs blood. Chris needs blood to live, every other day. What happens when they stop treating him because I can't pay them? I have worried from day one what was going to happen the day they come looking for money. I will offer my legs, my arms, but I can't bleed money; go ahead break my legs, but my husband still needs blood, whether I have money or not.
What am I going to do? I fear so many things in this life, everyday. I fear for my kids, my husband, money to pay for his treatments, money to feed my kids. I know everyone fears these things, and I don't mean to sound needy...these are just my fears, and one came true today, they want money; and I don't have it. What happens when they won't help us? Where will we turn?
I know my Heavenly Father is there, I can't forget He knows what is going to happen, and what is going on...this is our refining fire.
I was going through some photos, and found this of Asalee and my niece Taylor. So cute....
Did the hospital give you a social worker to work with? I know that when Jenni had Liam they provided someone to help her wade through the financial aspect. In the end, they wrote a lot of it off...I hope that can happen for you too! I feel your fear...and I hope you can save your legs and Chris can still get blood (you made me laugh and cry in the same post!) I wish you didn't have this burden, but you are right- Heavenly Father will take care of you
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