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Originally Posted by D_HOLLAND
Wow, interesting topic:
I have never been on any public assistance my whole life - even when my husband left, was on unemployment and did receive a dime in child support.
But (of course you knew that was coming)
When Chris started have his sx's - I first took him to a neurologist which cost me $150 (Chris was unemployed at the time) he said to take him to our county hospital's ER because the tests that were going to be necessary would break me.
Well, a year 1/2 later Chris is on disability and medicaid. I feel almost guilty that he has no out of pocket expenses for medications/doctors/hospitals, but I don't know what other alternatives there were - I sure couldn't afford these expenses and I feel so sorry for you that have insurance and have to come up with so much of the costs, it just doesn't see fair.
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I understand that guilty feeling. I am (was) like Chris. I wasn't working, just finished full time school and ready to get married before sx's hit me. I was in the process of trying to get an affordable insurance when I started having trouble, it was optic neuritis.
Every insurance company I tried refused coverage because of what they considered pre-exsiting conditions. (I hadn't got a dx yet) I paid close to $6,000 in less than 3 months for Drs. appointments, MRI, spinal tap...anything that it took for a dx. It wasn't until I got a dx that the it was suggested to me to try to get assistance with the county hospital. (btw, same hospital and dr. that Chris went to)
It wasn't something that I wanted to do. I hated having to ask, the entire process made me feel ashamed and helpless. But I didn't have a choice. Dh is considered self employed and although he makes decent money, there was no way we could continue to pay for everything ourselves and still have a place to live. I wish I had insurance, I wish I could afford to pay for it all, I wish I wasn't sick...but I don't, can't and am so I push my pride to the side and do what I have to. I would rather work 60 hours a week and be dead tired because of the work than to be exhausted from just making the bed.