I have learned that my case goes before the Tumor Board tomorrow. What an evocative name, “Tumor Board”. Me, I’m bored with tumors. I’d like another hobby, please.
What that really means is that the surgical and medical oncology departments meet jointly to review difficult or questionable cases. Given the scan ambiguity around Ashcroft, my fourth tumor, they’re going to seek some groupthink. I should hear back from my medical oncologist Thursday afternoon or Friday with any updates that come out of that meeting. Pending a need for a referral to another doctor, or something else urgent, my pre-operative consultation a week from today with my surgical oncologist is still on tap.
Meanwhile, there have been a ton of phone calls between me and various insurance companies. Among other gems, I’ve discovered that in order to review the terms of my private (i.e., not employer-sponsored) disability policy with Mass Mutual, I have to fill out a form and pay $25. I find this both annoying and unethical to be charged for a copy of a policy I’ve been paying premiums against for years, and that I never had a copy of in the first place as it’s an extension of an employer-sponsored benefit from a long-ago job, but I do not have the time or energy to fight over the $25. All that aside, why does it cost $25 to mail me an existing, standardized document?
Even with relatively good health insurance, which I do have (by American standards), being ill is a business of endless incremental costs and administrative hassles. It’s like being pecked to death by feral potatoes.