The beginning of October marked an important day for us. Not an anniversary, or a fun time, but the beginning of our insurance fiscal year. In other words, we started over on our responsibilities for our insurance. We'd been lucky, because we met our deductable and our catastrophic cap early on in the year when we'd both still been working, and we have really good insurance, so we haven't had to pay out of pocket for a single bill in all of my treatments or medications. Well, it's a combination of lucky, and blessings. But now that the fiscal year starts over, we're going to be responsible for some bills coming up pretty soon (actually they should be arriving in the mail any day now), and it's going to hurt to see them, because we don't have a way to pay them yet. But as Austin says, what are they going to do, eat us? $10 a month is acceptable payment, I think.
Anyway, we tallied up my medical bills for the last five months. OH. MY. GOSH. It was over $250,000. And our insurance certainly didn't pay it all; they paid what they felt was appropriate, and the doctors and hospitals had to eat the rest, because they signed on as tricare providers. And really, $29,000 for one in patient chemo treatment? That's ridiculous!
Austin says I'm the most expensive thing he owns. I responded, yes, and the most deadly.
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