The surgeon I had originally been referred to is no longer my surgeon. A trusted friend and M.D. said I am “NOT” to go near this guy. Or vice versa.
So, looking around town and insurance in network I find there are NO in network Colorectal Surgeons. ALL are “out of network (OON)” for my PPO. I swear the following is what is shown on line with my insurance company as PPO/OON as in Pooh-Pooh’n. If that isn’t a comment I am not sure what is.
The anal ultrasound that was supposed to happen Wednesday is not happening. Even though, I wasn’t going to use the first guy which, he has no way of knowing. He told me and my son his staff would call me Tuesday morning to arrange the Wednesday procedure. I have not heard from them. Maybe they knew I was only going to have the ultrasound. But, the ultrasound is off for now.I have made appointments with two colorectal surgeons. Who ever gets me in first wins. (Or is that who ever gets into me first?) Well, hopefully, either way I win. The earliest at this point is June 4.
Nothing I read about this diagnosis is good. Though, I have to say I am having a difficult time finding any articles dealing with my exact diagnosis. Though, it is pretty clear that rectal cancer is “rare”. How rare, I wonder, is anal cancer of the rectum?
My cell phone is crapping out. I have lost phone numbers, calls, emails, and it won’t even charge. A new one is already on its way. Just glad I had the warranty on it. Otherwise, it would cost me out-of-pocket more than the monthly fee over two years. I am getting to the point that it is taking me everything I have not to roll down my car window and hurl this phone out my car window in front of my moving car just so I can drive over it at a high rate of speed. If only I could feel the crunch of the plastic separating from its unified shield into bits under my tires like a cockroach carapace underfoot.
I am going to have to cover quite a lot of the cost of this whole process because of the whole Pooh Pooh’n problem. What are my choices? Pay out-of-pocket or my ass, as it were. If I do not pay out of my ass in the worst possible sense. I damn near screamed up half a lung after half a morning wholly online and on telephone with my insurance most of the afternoon.
There are in network hospitals. Maybe (?!!!?!?) I could find covered hospitals and then, call around to find out which colorectal surgeons have privileges there. This is exactly what my insurance company recommended. Talk about ass backwards. If I could have cut the connection with my insurance and burned off the lips of their employee who kept telling me to “just” call around. Isn’t that their job!?! This is just another case where “kiss my [cancerous] ass” would have been too good for them.
So, this is where I am. No ultrasound. For now. I just have to wait. This feels really bad. I am so anxious now, I can feel my brain pounding in my chest. It’s dropped that low.