Yesterday’s bone-marrow biopsy for Mrs. C. only lasted five minutes but the setup, and the recovery from the “twilight” painkiller took several hours. And before she even was taken to surgery, the business office came to call.
Insurance, apparently, agreed to pick up 80 percent of the hospital’s costs but we paid the rest, and the wallet biopsy took precedence to the medical one. Can’t blame them. Nobody (except government) is in business to lose money.
Still to come, of course, are the costs charged by the doctor and nurses and drugs and etcetera. And more for today’s PET scan which looks to take most of the afternoon.
We get Wednesday off, then it’s back to the grind on Thursday. All this to decide whether (and how) chemo actually begins next week. Fight cancer, the unaffected always insist. If they only knew how wearying it is before the fight even begins.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 
Both my Mother and Father have been going through treatment for the last two years (they are in their 80’s) so in a way I understand and send good thoughts from the Ziggurat!
Thanks, Prince, good thoughts always appreciated. Hope I live to be 80.
“Hope I live to be 80.”
Hang on there, you know the norm is 120.
Hm… my comments here and in a few other places see have gone to the comment reservoir in the sky, it seems.
Noted, found and fixed. Sorry about that. Maybe WordPress has signed a secret deal with Disqus.