My original chemo treatment plan included six treatments. This was number six. I kept my chin up. Mom and Benjie were with me. Sometimes the best thing you can do for a person is just to be physically present. Sometimes you don’t even need to talk.
After chemo, we went to the pharmacy. It turned into a runaround (quelle surprise!). I had ordered my colitis medicine through my mail order pharmacy, but it hadn’t arrived yet. I had my doctor call in a small amount to last until it arrived. When we got to the pharmacy, we were told that insurance wouldn’t cover it because it was already being filled by the mail order pharmacy. There was no consideration that I was without my medication. It’s not like I was selling anti-inflammatory drugs on the streets. Mom was sweet enough to cover the medicine for me. I went to my counseling appointment next and boy, did I bitch and complain. Then I went home to watch the first night of NBA basketball on TNT. I was soothed, until I opened my mail and found a letter from the YMCA saying that my application for financial aid had been denied because I didn’t live in the service area. If you will refer back to a previous entry, you will see that I was clearly told that because I worked in the service area, I was eligible. Welcome to another hassle that you don’t need, Nicole.
