I got a letter from husbands' insurance company the other day. He has Medicare, but I got him full coverage through Humana. Together, what Medicare doesn't cover, Humana does. It's a great plan, with no cost to me. Another perk in being terminal.
In this letter, they notified me that husband had been approved for 6 visits of Physical Therapy, running through January 19th, 2012. Towards the end of this paragraph, and I will quote, they said, "Because there is no hope for recovery, we have denied the additional 6 weeks of Physical Therapy".
There it was. A Slap In Your Face kind of letter. Sorry, we don't want to pay for you for any additional length of time because you're going to die anyway.
I calmly put the letter away. Sat down on the couch and tried to absorb what they said. I live with this day in, day out, but, when you get a letter such as this, reality smacks you in the face.
Later, I told husband he was approved through January 19th. Since he has no concept of time anymore, it didn't compute. He nodded his head, said OK. I left it at that. No use in him being told the real reason.
I don't blame the insurance company. In fact, this is a good plan. I can see their point. I understand. It's just when you get a letter like that, to see it in black and white, well, it hurt my heart.
Husband goes to Physical Therapy this morning. I will have to let his Therapist know about "the letter". She will not be pleased. I will tell her to just let it go. He's going to die no matter what she does.
A friend from church invited me to lunch yesterday. It has been so long since I ate out. What a pleasant day I had. This new friend is a wonderful lady. We ate, talked and laughed. Such a simple lunch made my day. I felt myself relaxing, almost feeling like me again. I continued to feel good the rest of the day. Oh, that was nice.
So, here we are into Wednesday. On Monday, I got "The Letter". On Tuesday, I got invited out to lunch.
What will today bring?