Kage Baker would have stared incredulously and said, “Well, fuck all. Let’s go get some malts and sit and look at the sea.”
Wish I could. I may yet get a malt, though I’ll have to drive up to Mulholland to see the ocean. Wouldn’t be the first time for that, though.
Dear Readers, I got the results from my biopsy today. I have Stage 2 serous adenocarcinoma. This is an uncommon endometrial cancer – though not, as my doctor was quick to assure me, as weird as what Kage had. It’s also aggressive. However, it’s been caught quite early and surgery is imminent to put paid for it once and for all.
I may eventually be scared – so far, I am just enraged. This is simply not fair. But then, a hell of a lot of life is not fair. I just hadn’t expected another heaping helping quite so soon.
Luckily, my doctor is also small and aggressive, and is already working on scheduling my surgery.
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Surgery is no longer quite as imminent …
There are some difficulties with my Medi-Cal plan. My coverage was changed by the state on December 1st, from “straight” Medi-Cal to an HMO. I have been assigned to a medical group. They know nothing about me or my health, have never seen me, and are not the doctor who has been treating me for the last two months.
I’ve requested that the pertinent forms to switch me back be FAXed to my doctor. I need to fill some out as well, with my medical history. Then they get sent to Sacramento for review on whether or not my condition is eligible: life-threatening enough, basically. Do I really NEED to see this particular doctor? – style of thing.
How long does this take? No one knows … I was told, “There is no time scale assigned,” which is, I think, a bureaucratic euphemism for Whatever we say it takes. I asked the clerk on the line if she understood my actual condition IS time-sensitive, and she said “What?” I asked her how often this review process is fatal, and she replied that she had no information on that … seems to me someone ought to maybe give some thought to it.
This is part of why Kage died.
I, however, am not going to submit patiently. I’ve spent an hour or so on the phone with various people, getting numbers and forms and permissions and run-arounds. I shall go in person tomorrow. And on Friday. And so on, until this gets straightened out. Cedars-Sinai is a practical, compassionate place, and has other options available for those of us who have had the bad taste to both get very ill and lose their health care coverage: this will work.
I just have to be determined. And I am. That was a lesson hard-learned and never to be forgotten. It’s not that I am asking for a hand-out; I paid into this system for 40 years, and am now requesting only the services I was assured would be waiting for me. However, the system seems bent on not paying anything to anyone – which would save money, I suppose – until the problem goes away on its own.
They are in for a surprise. The problem is ME, and I will not be silenced.