I am scheduled for a mastectomy this Wednesday. My surgeon will be assisted by my plastic surgeon who will, after the mastectomy, begin the reconstruction by cutting the dorsal muscle in my back and wrapping it around to my chest. I am a little scared, but mostly fascinated by the prospect of the ability to rebuild my body.
I will be off work for two weeks and it is a much needed rest. The stress level is unbelievable at work. I am still without an assistant and one of my sales managers quit. The DOS seems to be waging a power struggle with me and I am going to need to rest up for it.
Shelby, or as she now likes to be called - Allie, is still at Heart to Heart residential treatment center. It is very near six months that she has been there. I have to say I am so proud of how hard she has struggled to maintain sobriety this time. Six months ago I was sure I would be burying her soon, now I'm cautiously hopeful that she will recover and live a fulfilling life. Her doctors have gotten her on what seems to be the correct combination of antidepressants, mood elevators and vivitrol, a once a month shot that blocks opiate receptors. Luckily, with the new Obamacare, I was able to put her back on my insurance on April 1 and it is picking up most things at 90%. It is covering the Vivitrol 100% and that in itself is a blessing, as the price of each shot is upward of $1,500. The medical and pharmaceutical business is such a racket.
Speaking of which, my surgeon is charging me around $2K for my surgery. The hospital that owns the building where her surgical suite is located is charging $32K. Insane!
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