More Tales of Insurance Nightmares

PERSONAL POST: This is a taboo subject but I’m going to talk about it because health insurance is and extremely important topic. As most of you know I have a neurogenetic disease. I am on about eight medications a day, a monthly shot, and Botox every three months for horrid migraines. My monthly shot is lifesaving, point blank. Without it I am bedridden. Without three of daily meds it’s the same, unproductive, bedridden, end your own life kind of pain, seizures daily. I’m not being over dramatic, it is reality and was a reality from 2008-2012 you can ask any of my friends from that time.

My monthly shot is over $1000 a month w/out insurance, my other three lifesaving meds are about $300 and $500 each without insurance. Then you can add on mandatory doctor visits to check on my pacemaker, and neuro stuff.

Since I am a full time student (13 credits this semester 16 next) and I intern and volunteer to increase my training; I personally can’t work with my illness on top of that. Even if I quit interning and volunteering I would only be replacing that with about 13-15 hours of work a week. Not enough to make insurance and the price of Obama care didn’t make it worth it, I would literally be working for insurance with change left over. (yes I talked with gov. advisors they told me not to work that it wasn’t worth it) If you are thinking that doesn’t make sense remember I’m single, and have no children. We don’t get the same perks you married parents do. They make more money off of us to spare you.

Yes, I could cut time at school, but I would lose my full ride scholarship. That kind of defeats the purpose of saving money. Instead I opted for being labeled a disabled dependent and be on my parent’s insurance. Now all together my meds cost about 200 bucks a month because my rock awesome insurance.

Today I got a call that even though we called the insurance twice in the last six months to make sure I was still on track and covered, that they ended my insurance coverage at the end of June. Just like that, without any warning… even though my dad paid for the benefits package that covered me all year. Thankfully, because of my dad’s position and our now ten-year history of dealing with insurance we know how to deal with this. We know chances are I will get back on insurance and everything will be okay even though it isn’t still certain. However, millions of American’s are not this lucky, I’m not saying universal healthcare is the answer either because my friends in other countries with UH aren’t allowed the lifesaving medications either because their version of the FDA does not allow them. It’s how they get around paying for chronic patients. What I am saying is our system is messed up, it’s in disarray and something needs to change. For instance, the company that makes the $1000 monthly shot I take has made a deal with select med, they only get charged $100 for it and I get charged $10. Why? How can they do this? Why does the cost of healthcare change depending on the people you know?

Here are some vidoes on Ataxia I have cerebellum ataxia type 2. 

This is mid to advance stage

I am oh so Thankful....

I am grateful for my disease.

Yes, you read that right, so very grateful.

It has taught me life lessons that God had been trying to teach me for many years and I wasn’t getting it. For instance, before I got sick, I wanted to be a powerhouse, dignified, kick ass, business woman. I was going to teach people with disabilities just long enough to get a feel of the educational system then move on to researching autism in the neuroscience field then go on to change legislation, education blah blah blah.

I wasn’t going to be a mom, I wasn’t going to stop and smell the roses, and I cared more about being known a bad ass then the people I actually helped.

I took everything for granted, thought homeless people were uneducated because they didn’t care enough to pick up a book, jobless, because they were lazy, and homeless because they couldn’t balance a checkbook.

Don’t get me started on healthcare I was ignorant as …well.. I’ll keep it clean.

I thought minorities needed to get over their fathers past and move onto the present and that if they weren’t getting what we so called privilege white people were getting it was their own fault in some way or another.

Fat people were lazy and didn’t take care of themselves. People with drug and alcohol problems lacked control. On and on and on.

I thought me and my fine brain with my superior, Mensa level IQ meant many people around me were simple, not worth my time. Belittling people to their face with a side handed shady
compliments were a pastime of mine.

I was fake, like many people I grew up around in St. George, I thought that behavior was normal. I didn’t know what it was to be completely genuine. And loyalty was expected of my friends but if I was unloyal, well, there must have been a good reason.

I was a horrible, horrible, person.

I don’t think god gave me this illness, I don’t believe that’s how it works, it’s the luck of the genetic roulette, however I do believe God does step in when he can and helps things along. He didn’t step in and help my family and I find the right diagnosis, or medicine sooner because I needed to go through hell. I needed for people to take my ego and rip it to shreds. To help me understand the realities of this world. I needed doctors to claim I had Munchausen’s and not believe the very real pain was experiencing so that later in life when someone came to me and said, “I am hurting, I’ve been through hell.” I would understand the importance of believing them. I needed night after night, day after day of excruciating pain to humble and heal the horrible prejudices that were inside my soul. I needed to have to wear diapers, pee my pants and all over floors in front of total strangers so that I could learn humility and not care what people think. I needed my heart to stop over and over and over again so that I could get chance after chance to visit the other side and be thought the things I learned over there. I needed it to happen so frequently so that I wouldn’t confuse those moments with the other moments of DHT release.  I needed to know what it was like to experience odd hallucinations and memory loss so that I would be able to understand what it was like for some many people I now work with today, from schizophrenics, to people with dementia. And I need my bad days, like I have had this past week where I am holding on with every ounce of self control not to burst into tears because of the pain so that all this comes back and I am reminded how much better I am because of this illness.

I now know being a mother and caregiver to another human is more important than any other carreer or political appointment. I now know better then to walk into someplace I volunteer and think that I have something to offer them that’s more important than what they will teach me, and I have abandoned the arrogance that would have clouded my ability to do that.

I don’t take anything for granted. I realize if it wasn’t for my dad’s hard work, and our good luck that my butt would be out on the streets.

I now realize I was a bigot, prejudice beyond belief and a borderline racist. I was so blind to my white privilege it makes me ache inside. How can anyone be so clueless?

I now believe people battling weight problems and addiction are some of the strongest people on earth. Every day they don’t reach for that poison that will ease their pain is a small miracle. And a waist size has nothing to do with how active or physically strong a person is.

My IQ dropped two standard deviations, and then according to my last test went back up a little. That was the biggest humbling experience ever. My words don’t come freely, they are trapped in my mind and I can’t get them to their mouth, like a prisoner I am trying to free them and organize my many thoughts so that I can learn more to further help others. It’s exhausting and taxing. Those that can find ways to progress and grow around those barriers are the true genius.

My family and friends taught me true loyalty. I’ve met people along the way who have taught me how to be truly genuine and the blessing that comes when you are truly one hundred percent yourself every moment of every day.

I am now a good, strong person.

And it’s all thanks to my illness and God waiting until I was ready to heal myself. 

So, if in this moment you are struggling, for whatever reason stop and think, what am I supposed to be getting? I'm not progressing because...and if you can't come up with the answer pray for it. Become vigilant in not yourself, but what is around you, the answer is there, waiting to smack you in the face. Make sure your paying attention or else you will miss a great lesson and chance to become greater.

The Final Diagnosis!

I'm not Jinxing myself, i'm not. 

This is it. They have figured me out. 

I HAVE BEEN VINDICATED!!

Give me some Diamox and slap EA on my forehead 'cus this girls got Episodic Ataxia! Aren't those just lovely words?

After 9 years of my body getting more and more ridiculous the most amazing Nero Ophthalmologist has figured me out with help from my favorite Nero Geneticist. 2 powerful and amazingly brilliant women who put the men in their field to shame. Girl power!

Now what is it?

Episodic Attaxia is " is a group of related conditions that affect the nervous system and cause problems with movement. People with episodic ataxia have recurrent episodes of poor coordination and balance (ataxia). During these episodes, many people also experience dizziness (vertigo), nausea and vomiting, migraine headaches, blurred or double vision, slurred speech, and ringing in the ears (tinnitus). Seizures, muscle weakness, and paralysis affecting one side of the body (hemiplegia) may also occur during attacks. Additionally, some affected individuals have a muscle abnormality called myokymia during or between episodes. This abnormality can cause muscle cramping, stiffness, and continuous, fine muscle twitching that appears as rippling under the skin."

(you should see that muscle rippling it's AWESoMe!! so awesome it is almost worth the horrible pain it causes.)

They have been thinking this could be it for awhile but they had to take me off my beloved Baclofen to check if I still had a nystagmus and to see which symptoms came back.

I cried in her office I was so excited to tell her the changes i've seen, good and bad. And i'm so thankful for the hope i've been given because she was a doctor willing to listen and who refused to give up on me! The next step would be to get tested to see exactly which form of EA I have, (there are seven types) but I've decided against it. There are many reasons, one being cost, the other, is it won't change anything; but the reason why I decided not to get tested is because there's the good kind, and the not so good kind. I don't want to know my expiration date or learn that it will get worse. 

So i'm going to live my life day by day and strive to improve my quality of life with each breath I take. I'm at peace, and I'm happy and that's all that matters.

I was told it was in my head, that it wasn't real that it  wasn't as bad as I was claiming, that I wanted attention. There were days I felt alone, scared, terrified that the only way out was to end it all, but I knew. I had patience. And the pain is now managed and at a minimal because I didn't give up. Every time I wanted to I thought of my niece, of my brother and sister, of my cousins who are more like sisters, of my parents, of the education I have left. DON't GIVE UP!

And when you think you can't do it anymore just give it all over to your creator, your higher power, your peace-giver. 

This day forward I am going to refuse to let it beat me. Because I am a fierce powerful woman, who was given this oppertunity to prove that even when my own nervous system attacks me I push back and pull through. 

whatever your trials whatever your struggles you are stronger then you know. Go out there today, dominate, and kick some ass!

For more info (especially family members) Click here 
I plan on studding the genetic part more and will send all family more info once I get all the right information. 

Behold the Bearded Lady

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A bit of an update…

I’m in the midst of doing testing to see which particular kind of Episodic Ataxia I have. Because of this I am now off my beloved baclofen and it has sent my gastroparesis flaring up.

Just a little reminder Gastroparesis is when the muscles in your bodies digestive system work poorly or not at all. I am very lucky I have good kind of GP I just stay away from certain meats and whole grain foods and random things here and there and I’m fine.

However when I am off the baclofen it does get worse and I have to resort to a liquid and baby food diet. Every now and then my body will let me squeeze in a chicken nugget or processed hamburger but for the most part it’s applesauce and protein shakes for me!

The reason why they took me off the baclofen for the testing is they want to see how my body does at it’s “natural state.” Then they will have a few blood tests and hopefully we’ll have things narrowed down even more.

I’m also very excited because the doctors have agreed to let me continue to do the hormone therapy that swings my body into menopause. They do this because with Episodic Ataxia and many Autonomic diseases menstrual cycles can become very dangerous because symptoms get so much worse.

The down fall is that I’m starting to see signs of becoming a bearded lady, and I sometimes cry because the sun is beautiful that day.

The powers at be are intimidated by my disease still and say I shouldn’t work, but I’m still volunteering consistently at least 6-8hrs a week. I’m a lucky girl. For all I have been through it seems so small in comparison of what it could be if I were going through it alone.

Xo joami

Update- What is Upbeat Nystagmus?

So it sounds like I got water on the brain.

 “I’m shocked.” She says in a monotone voice.

I also have a cyst in my brain stem. We’re not quite sure what or if it's messing up anything but I’m sure it up to no good.  I’m not really concerned about it. A lot of people have cysts in all over their brains. Right now they are more worried about the excess fluid.

Also a recent test has shown that my neurons are doing wacky things sending singles to one another in my brain stem.  During the test I blacked out and almost fainted, and my body did it’s beautiful contortions.  It’s not really new, news. We’ve known for years my body doesn't make enough of the correct chemicals to make my neurons communicate correctly hence the Parkinson like drugs.  However its cool I can point to a particular spot and say I’m broken there.

Also I got these sweet sexy glasses that are oh so ugly. A six year old told me I should try to wear them as little as possible. I got them for when my upbeat nystagmus is acting up or I have one of my fun migraines. I recommend them highly! They work so well I don’t care what I look like! They are these special pink lenses. So bizarre.

What is an upbeat nystagmus you ask? I’ll find ya a good video.

Howard the Pacemaker and how I became a Pot Head.

Howard was good to me, immediately my memory, my strength, cognition, everything improved. We were ecstatic and thought it was over. We gave it a couple months because we knew it would take some time for my body to get into the swing of things but the events kept happening.

So in summary: We ended up going back and getting a over night EEG in November, told to go to more therapists in case it was psychogenic. (Between the time I first started seeing symptoms to now I've had 5 therapists and psychologists who all told me it was medical and not psychological. But the doctors wouldn't believe them so they kept sending me to different mental professionals. Don't get me wrong i'm an advocate for therapy and mental health. In fact I've thought about becoming a Nero-psychologist for many years. But after FIVE therapists sign you off, wouldn't the Doctors get a clue?)

Had my hormones checked realized they were out of whack along with some other stuff and had a mini surgery. Went to Genetic Testing. Had another tilt table test FROM HELL. (worst experience I've ever had in my ENTIRE life!!!!) It got so bad I started praying for God just to take me.

Got the results back from the second tilt table and geneticist and Wahl a. That's how I became a P.O.T. head.

So that's my history in a nutshell. I'm too tired to write anything else. It's late and I hope it makes sense. If not oh well. Now I can start the fun posts tomorrow.