The Big C

A journey through Stage Four Cancer

Day Two

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Put Off Until Next Monday

Some less than great things happened this week, so my appointment with the Dr will be next Monday after Thanksgiving instead of this Monday before Thanksgiving.

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Scary Medicine

The medicine that I told you about in a previous blog entry has arrived.  I’ll be taking it with me to the Dr. on Monday and then shortly after, I will be taking two of the pills, once a day.

Or maybe not.

The meds came with a few printed pages of info, like I dare say most new prescriptions do.  And I read them.  They were full of info on how the pill works, on the dangers of taking the pills, and symptoms to be aware of and watch for.  It was in one word – scary!

These meds also work in a way that previous pills did, and it took me almost a year to recover fully.  In fact, I still consider myself recovering.  So again – scary!

Before Monday, I plan to write my questions and concerns down on paper and not be satisfied until all these things are addressed.

If you ever start a new medicine, this is what you should do to.  An informed consumer is a wise consumer.

I really, really ask all my readers to redouble their prayers for me.  It may be a scary two weeks.

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The High Cost of Cancer

This will be a quick update.  It shouldn’t be a surprise to learn that my cancer is once again active.  There is a study going on that my doctor thought I would benefit from, but  unfortunately, my i’s weren’t dotted and my t’s crossed in time, and I missed out on being a participant.

Plan two, a new medicine has been approved for use in the United States and my doctor thought that I might benefit from that.  It would be two pills at breakfast for two weeks, so 28 pills.

I dropped the perscription off at the drugstore and was told that since it was a new medicine, it might be a while before it was able to be filled.

Surprisingly, I got a call from the pharmacy soon after I dropped off the prescription telling me that my insurance had covered the medicine and my co-pay would be $2,800.  I was in shock and was mentally resigning myself to the idea that I would not be taking this particular med and that the doctor would have to go back to the drawing board on method of attack on this onslaught of cancer.

The woman at the other end of the phone call agreed that the co-pay was high, and gave me a number to call that might be able to get me financial help.  I called the number, and was connected with another nice woman.  She asked me a few brief questions on our family size and income and a fax number to fax the first two pages of our last year’s tax return.

A few days after that, I received a call that told me that I had been approved for financial assistance. Remember what I wrote a few blogs back?  Be careful that the wolf you think is at your door is actually a wolf and not a rambunctious Labrador Retriever.