Happy New Year to All!
I have been taking care of my husband, it only took 4 Months to get him booked for Surgery, which is this Friday, February 10.
Started with pain in his left leg and foot, our general doctor sent him for an imaging test, she then sent him to a Vascular Specialist, because the test showed trouble with an artery.
This specialist surgeon sent him for many more tests, we went back and forth to see him many times. Then this specialist had to have his own surgery, and never returned, so my husband was transferred to another surgeon, who sent him for many more tests to get a closer look at this artery, which is narrowing in his groin area.
The holidays came up, more waiting, then finally the surgeon wanted 'medical clearance' to book him for surgery, that clearance signed by his general doctor.
She refused to sign, but sent him to a Cardiologist (heart specialist) and a Pulmonary (lung) specialist to sign for him. The cardiologist gave him an EKG (his third!) and signed, the pulmonary specialist sent him to a hospital for a breathing test.
Had never been to this hospital, which is not close, had to park on the sixth floor of their parking garage, then had security take photos of us and our id, (it felt like we were at some government agency) but he passed the test with no problem, the results being sent to the lung doctor for his clearance signature.
Well the lung specialist put his phones on answering service for a week, and did not return calls. We were waiting for his clearance, as the last step for booking, and in desperation I had to run to his office in person. After a long wait, he finally gave me his signature.
Well the surgeon booked him at our local hospital, and we thought everything was fine.
One week before the surgery, this past Friday, my husband got a letter of Denial from our medical insurance company, a refusal to allow this surgery, whereupon it was hours on the phone to reason with these *****.
To make a long story short, he was finally approved.
It only took four months and hundreds of dollars for each test that he was ordered to have, and now I wish I had made a log of all the tests, because it must have been a dozen or more, and some of them were repeats.
I know my husband will be happy when this is over and done with, but I think I will be even happier!