When you're first diagnosed with cancer, the hospital is the last place you ever wanted to be. Then when treatment stops, you miss going. It's not that you miss the treatments or the crappy way they make you feel. You miss the safety net of being able to check in with your doctor and the nurses on a regular basis.
The experience of being on the brink of death and fighting for one's own life truly changed me. It made me realized what was most important in life. My values, goals, desire, passion, priorities and drive had all changed. If I was capable of beating cancer, there was not a thing in the world that I could not do. Cancer has made me the person I am today.
She sits across from me, only a coffee table with Tarot cards between us. As she speaks, I sit motionless, afraid to interrupt her thoughts, answering only in the briefest of terms so as not to be leading in any way. Society has conditioned us to be skeptical of anything other than cold, hard fact. But I have a burning need to know what happened to me on that fateful day.
Insurance companies suck. Anyone disagree? No? Good, let's continue. They want you to die, don't they? Okay, maybe that seems a little harsh, but that's what it feels like to me every time I hear the word "denied." I'm sure by the end of this post, if you put yourself in my shoes, you'll feel the same way.