Instead, I watch my husband work himself to the bone to keep our insurance in good standing and to keep our bank account in the black. I stress until I'm sick over situations that I have no control over. I worry about the long-term affects my treatment will have on my family financially, even after I'm gone. I worry about my children and how my treatment will take away from their futures financially, i.e. college, marriage, etc.
I thank my husband every day for working the way he does. He has basically saved my life by providing me with medical insurance and money for co-pays and that Godforsaken 20% out of pocket. He works so hard, words can't express the gratitude I feel for him and what he has done for me.