Tuesday, September 30, 2014

"$$$. Cancer treatment equals unspeakable amounts of $."

I saw this while browsing Facebook the other day. The numbers listed are staggering. And while I can tell you that these numbers are shockingly accurate, I hate to talk about how financially draining my cancer treatment has become. It's upsetting to even think about.

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. 

Carry on,

Sunday, September 7, 2014

"Stupid Cancer."

I'm a young cancer patient. They consider anyone under 40 to be a "young" cancer person, and since I look 30 and occasionally act 20, (I was diagnosed at 41), I allow myself to fall in to this category.

More importantly, I.Love.This.Website

Stupid cancer indeed.

Carry on,