On January 5, my journal entry talked about the still small voice that told me to hang onto the chemo pills left over from my previous treatment. I said that having them would make it easier and quicker to get started with treatment. As it turns out, those extra pills had far more value than I realized.
On January 16, I started my first round of chemo using the leftover chemo pills and some samples provided by the doctor’s office. We all assumed that I would have my prescription filled in plenty of time for the second round of chemo starting on February 6. A dispute with the insurance company kept that from happening. I won’t bore you with all the details, but my doctor’s office and I were both working every angle to get the prescription filled. Doing so involved lots of frustrating phone calls and a lot of time on hold.
When it neared time to start the second round of chemo and I still didn’t have my prescription, I called the doctor’s office. As the nurse and I talked about the problem, she said, “It just so happens I got in more samples today. We have just about enough to get you through another round. Somebody’s looking out for you.” With the samples, I had enough pills for all but one day of treatment. I knew I had until February 20 to get the prescription delivered.
Meanwhile, problems with the insurance company persisted. The fact that many offices were closed because of a snowstorm only exacerbated the issue.
By Thursday, February 19, I was nearing the end of my two weeks on the chemo pills and feeling the effects. I was also desperately trying to work out the problems with insurance so that I could have pills delivered by the next morning to finish the round. On the evening of the 19th, I was tired, my stomach was giving me fits, and we had gotten nowhere with the insurance company. I still didn’t have my pills, and I was disgusted. Seeing how sick I was on the evening of the 19th, David tried to look on the bright side and suggested that it might be good for me to miss the last day of pills.
On February 20, the doctor’s office confirmed that it wouldn’t be a problem for me to miss one day of pills. Then, David spent two hours on the phone with the insurance company and resolved the issue.
When I saw the doctor this past Tuesday to discuss the next round of treatment, he was happy when I told him that I was unable to take the pills on the 20th. Missing that day meant I could start taking the pills today, the same day as the infusion, which is his preference.
All that to say, things work out. I started my pills this morning and I have an infusion this afternoon.
Today’s devotion had me reading Exodus 15. In that chapter at verse 26 are these words, “… for I, the Lord, am your healer.”
God continues to show me I can trust Him, and I am so thankful for those reminders. I also am thankful for all the many prayers going up on my behalf. I know I say it all the time, but it is true. I feel those prayers every day.