Where were we… ah, yes. Well, the rest of the day of the past post (Tuesday, diagnosis day) got a bit crazy. Can my doc do it? Will insurance cover it? No he can’t? Well, will my OB do it? Yep, but she needs to see me for a regular annual, review the Saline Histogram (SIS), and call my insurance.
So I cancel a Wednesday meeting to get in her one open slot (the she probably made for me). All looks good. Let’s go for it! She just needs to confirm my insurance will cover it- she doesn’t think it’ll be a problem so let’s act as if it’s a “go” she says. I get my pre-surgery prescriptions, prep materials and head home.
Meanwhile, that morning, Gina starts with the green face and bad belly. Turns out I didn’t have food poisoning, I had the flu. And I gave it to her. Oy.
Meanwhile I get home and get to work canceling and rescheduling everything for the next day- Thursday. To boot I was trying to schedule offsites with clients (who need to book spaces, block time from their clients, put down money, etc.) and it’s all hinging on whether I can do this surgery or not because if I can’t, we have to move all those meeting (and there are many) b/c the timing for our next “try” will get all wonky and, and, and… breathe, Regina. I’m just waiting for the green light from my OB about the insurance. 3pm I get a call from my OB’s office. Insurance is giving them grief. My OB and their Chief of Claims will review the info later that night, after hours. My OB goes to BAT for me in a big way.
I email my clients and apologize I can’t move forward on committing to those offsites next month… oh, it’s awful but my clients are amazing and understand and I”ll be in touch as soon as I know.
8pm on Wednesday evening I get a text my from OB’s assistant. Surgery is on! Yah! This is beautiful. The way we wanted it. I ping clients, they are all good- no major money or time loss. Surgery is gonna get done in the office, not in the hospital. No anesthesia. Whew! Did I mention my OB rocks? And most important, we’ll get to stay on track with our TTC plan. I a so, grateful and so happy about all this.
It’s hard to explain what a chaotic week this was. Seemed like every hour an new hurdle was thrown our way. Squeezing in doc appointments, adding an extra 3 hours on to my day for rescheduling surgery day as well of future work stuff, and taking care of my sick wife had me sleep very well that night, despite the fact that I was going in for surgery the next morning. Thank goodness for an amazing team of medical experts that we are working with and friends and family who offer to drive, help, pick me up, fight for surgery and my staying “on track” ….and more. It’s trite but true: hard times make me realize how good we’ve got it and how grateful we are.