First, I want to thank you ALL for your well wishes. This is one of the best websites and support sources I've ever known. From the bottom of my heart...thank you.
Now, on to business...After the initial denial from my insurance, I called and spoke to my case worker and she started the appeal process. On Monday I got the thick envelope in the mail.
It was a flashback to high school when I was applying for colleges. If I got a thick envelope from the school it usually meant I was accepted. I remember my boogie dance from the mailbox to the house each time I got the mail and I had a thick envelope. I would lock myself in my room and sit Indian-style on my bed and hold the envelope to my chest and say a small prayer before I opened it.
Monday was no different. I was the same hopeful, naive girl. I pulled the think envelope from my mailbox on my way to run errands. I stared at it for a few moments. I stuffed it in my purse with the other letters and such and scurried to my car. I sat with the key in the ignition in the darkened garage and just held it to my chest while I said a prayer.
Actually, it was more like a one-sided barter with God. "God, if you let this happen for me I promise to be a better person. I won't make fun of my cats for being stupid anymore and I will refrain from pointing out character flaws of politicians for at least one week. Also, I'll stop flipping off jerks in traffic." I'm kidding about the politicians, but I was certain God felt the need to strike this deal with me.
I slowly ripped open the envelope. Were my hands shaking? Did I see that right? Perhaps they were. I didn't care. I unfolded the thick set of papers to find:
"Dear GreenEyedGirl,
After further review of all the documentation and many phone calls from your surgeon's office, we agree that you are super fat. No, really. We know. Please stop sending us empty Twinkie wrappers. We get the point.
Sadly, we don't like you and think you suck. We know that you meet 19 out of the 20 criterion we arbitrarily set to approve someone for surgery. We also know you have documentation from your doctor on your weight history, your monthly (sometimes weekly) weigh ins with him as well as all the documentation from both visits from your nutritionist and the diet she put you on.
Though we confirmed with you on the phone TWICE over the last six months that this would suffice, we are taking it back. We were just messin' with you, GreenEyedGirl. We've decided that it's not enough. Too bad, so sad.
SO! If you want for us to reconsider paying for what four doctors have told you is a life-saving procedure for you, you have to undergo a six-month doctor supervised diet.
Please be advised that we will somehow change our criteria again in the next six months without telling you.
Love,
Great West Healthcare
PS. We hate you and think your new hairstyle looks stupid."
What's a fat girl supposed to do? Cry? Sorry, I don't do that. Go into a flying rage and start throwing various items in my house and smashing them so I will only have to replace them later? I thought about it, but no.
This fat girl is going to an HMR orientation on 9/11. You all know how I lovelovelovelovelove me some liquid dieting. This should go well.
All of that said, I am not upset. I truly believe I have a path outlined for me. And though I know HE knows how hard it will be for me to do, I've decided to stop trying to micromanage God. I'm pretty sure He doesn't like that.
Thanks again for your support. I'll keep you updated on how things go with the orientation. For now, I'm off to have some oral surgery. Wish me luck!
2 Comment(s)
Comment by nicholeleej on Sep 02, 2008 at 03:17pm
It sucks so bad that you are having such a hard time getting approved. I'm sorry, I truly am. I hope things start going your way soon and that all this disappointment will soon be ancient history. You are such a hoot and I love reading your blogs. Please keep us informed, hopefully you'll have good news soon!!
Take care,
~Nichole
Comment by JANEHOE on Sep 14, 2008 at 08:07pm
I wonder how many of us see ourselves in your story. Granted, you're loads funnier, but the fairytale is still the same. Six months won't take you a minute more than....six months...and then you'll get the golden envelope in the mail! And I love your new hair style and the color is awesome!
Take care,
~Nichole