Last nite I picked up a call, a sobbing voice on the other end of the line. The cast from the Seafair weekend accident had come off and now surgery is deemed necessary immediately. Taxes are due, and the bills from the emergency visit are demanding payment. While other of my daughters rich friends are plunking down money on their first house, this one is learning the insurance lesson the hard way. Suggestions that she ask me for help with our homeowners insurance liability come up. I try to stay level headed. I have just come out of another chemo treatment that morning. I want to reach over the line and just give her a big hug. This is Nothing! But to a 27old with no steady job, no insurance and bills with no end in sight, it is everything.
It's late, but I pick up the phone to ask my doctor friends their opinion on how to deal with hospital bills. I think I should have learned the lesson years ago when we had a wake board accident and a guest fractured his jaw. Those kids in their 20s think they are invincible, but I remember the simpler days when I was one of them and quite invisible myself.
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I've been reading your blog and am overwhelmed with your personal strength and overwhelming grace.
Looking forward to an update, eager to hear about more of your adventures and (hopefully) no cancer stuff.
You're a gifted writer and sharing your "journey" with us, (some of us being people you don't know like ME!) requires serious courage.
I hope you are healthy and happy Kerry! And someday, when we meet, if I am half the woman you are then I'll be over the moon proud.
Sweet Dreams.
Linda
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