During my recent lung infection event, in consideration of others, I went on a self-imposed quarantine, remembering the disgusting sound of a hacking, loaded, incessant cough in a fine dining restaurant. I took plenty of rest and did only the minimum work required of me, like taking to the trash bin bags of yucky germy tissue papers. Waking up cough-free the other morning, I proudly declared: Today is the day. No more Ms Nice Guy in isolation. Society, here I come to whoop it up again. It starts today!
At 7:00a.m., spring restored in my steps, I sashayed from the bedroom to the Great Room and sat down on my favorite dining chair, the one near the chair of my roommate, my backpack. I tested my blood glucose. Perfect. The numbers have been perfect since I stopped taking Poksceva one week earlier. What a relief it was to have no Metformin and hyperglycemia kicking me around any more.
Sipping hot peppermint tea between nibbles of soft-bite mini almond biscotti, I decided to ratchet up the celebration of the brand new day with a healthy, hearty breakfast: six fresh grape tomatoes for my dose of lycopene, three points of New Zealand rack of lamb for protein, fresh blueberries, sweet cherries, and apple slices for vitamins and potassium. For carbs, instead of a baked potato, I had a bag of baked crunchy Cheetos. Hey, gotta have a little junk food. Life is the pits without occasional junk food.
While savoring the gourmet meal in solitude, all sorts of thoughts cascaded into my mind. It happens when one blog ends and a new one begins. One cancer treatment ends and a new one begins. So much is unknown in the new ones, although one constant remains. In life, cancer or no cancer, conking out sooner or later is an absolute certainty.
I have been without cancer treatment since I stopped taking Poksceva and not starting on Tagrisso. A representative of the specialty pharmacy that sells Tagrisso had informed me that my co-pay would be $3,274.38 for one month supply. I told her, I’ll pass. And choose to literally pass. My personal wealth can be best used in the perpetuation of my DNA, as in sending my grandson to the Ivy League college of his choice, should there be a bidding war over him. She had scrambled to try to get the manufacturer to take care of my co-pay. Consequently Dr Brevity received forms to fill out and I had to produce proof of income. Who knows how long before the good doctor gets to my paperwork and if my proof of income qualifies for assistance. There are no guarantees. My newly reactivated tumor is a ticking time bomb.
A telephone call interrupted the swirl of thoughts in my head. It was the specialty pharmacy’s representative. She said a foundation – Healthwell Foundation – wants to assist me. She asked a few personal questions, then for my permission to allow her to fill out the application form on my behalf. After it is approved, she said, usually within 48 hours, she’ll ship my supply of Tagrisso pills. How did I get such an incredible deal?
Drum roll please…..A new day has dawned!