It’s a curious feeling. Every few days or so in this process I’ve opened up a new letter from the hospital, doctors, or insurance company. You never really know what it’s going to be when you open it: a bill, a statement, a change of benefits, etc. Good, bad, ugly, wrong, irrelevant… whatevs.
One day it was an approval for surgery.
Well, it was a letter with a lot of words on it and one of the words was “approval.” That means that the experimental surgery that I was attempting to get the insurance company to cover was approved.
Immediately I sent a copy of the letter to my doctor. “Is this for real?” I asked. “Yes! Congratulations!” was the immediate response.
I was so confused. “[exclamation point] Congratulations!” I was approved. But, yay… I’m approved… to go “under the knife”… for surgery.
So “Yay!” My insurance has agreed to cover the surgery. But, don’t get too excited, everyone. At the end of the day, it’s still experimental surgery. And if for nothing else, it’s still surgery.