Medical Roulette

I love it when the insurance company feels like it needs to remind me how old I am. 

It's endearing when they decide because I have grown up, they get to play games with my medical care. 

The older I get the harder it is to believe the insurance company views my care as other than a way for them to try their luck.  There is a fairly well documented history of letters and recommendations that clearly state that I need to be seen by pediatric cardiologists.  This is what the whole problem stems from.  I have found that in lay terms "pediatric" really means "when you're 18 you're out." 

So I usually have to fight very hard to be seen by the right people.  And for the most part, a well-written letter from an adult cardiologist saying they cannot treat me has done the trick relatively well.

Until now...

I am attempting to see my doctor for a check up and I have been told that there is an adult cardiologist who "believes she can help me."  There are quite a few Ango-Saxon four letter words that I have already said about this which bear repeating, but not here.

I would really like to believe that this is the answer to my prayers.  After all, seeing a pediatric doctor at the age of 26 is slightly humiliating.  I have always wished there was some kind of "transitional" cardiology.  This particular doctor I have to go see has a couple patients who have congenital defects similar to mine, which is why she thinks she can treat me.   But for 26 years I have been told I need to stick with pediatrics and because I have been willing to fight for it, I have received excellent care.  It is kind of hard to suddenly turn my back on all that.

In other news, look what I did!

I messed up the bottom and it is too small to pull down over my shoulders, but I'm proud of it anyway.  It looks perfect, even if it isn't and that is really all I wanted for my first one.

Moving up

It was nice to have a two day weekend for the first time in a while, but I have to say, I kind of ruined it.  I have been so worked up about the fact that our license was completed and yet the agency we are working with didn't have our profile up on their web site yet.  I think I must have driven the poor ladies that work there crazy with my e-mails.

Tuesday night I e-mailed them apologizing and saying the only reason I was feeling that anxious was because Nathan and I have never been through this process before so we don't really know how it works.  They were nice enough to assure me I was not in fact driving them crazy and it was normal to feel jumpy.  I was also told they have already showed the paper copy of our profile to several birth mothers.  This made me feel much better.

Then I went to work and when I got home our profile was up on their web site. If you want to have a look, click here.  Now we begin the wait.

Licensed!

We are officially ready to be adoptive parents.  We have been vetted and licensed by the State of Illinois.  They have signed off on us as people and are prepared to let us raise whatever children God may choose to give us.  We are very blessed.

Stepping forward...a little

Finally, after many months of anxiety and checking the mailbox everyday for our license, all our paperwork for the adoption has gone through successfully.  We still haven't gotten our physical license yet, but our social worker assured Nathan by phone the other day that everything has been okayed and we should have the license within the week.

And hopefully, in the next few days, our information will appear on our agency's website.  This is the official last step before we are chosen.  And yet, I find myself feeling even more anxious and nervous now than I did when nothing was happening.  We have come almost eight months into our two year contact and have only gotten this far.  I am very afraid no one will have chosen us by the time our contract runs out. 

But I am excited.  I have started looking at cribs and infant necessities.  I hope we'll need them soon

The Bard

This is one of the many reasons I love YouTube.  This is the Bard of Cornwall (Jesse Ferguson).  Check out his videos on YouTube.  He's awesome...and yes, he is singing in his kitchen.