Some things are unbloggable, at least for me. The obvious things, sure, but then there are other things that I just can't share in a public forum, for reasons that you all well understand. Whether or not you write, you know what they are--at least for you.
Health insurance has been one of those things. It has been a huge, weighty issue in this house, and has consumed countless hours of our time and energy, especially J's--he's been the one on the phone, faxing, mailing and remailing records, calling and insisting and not backing down.
We got a letter today. It's not the whole story, but it's part of it. And I'm posting this to let you know that you do not have to accept no for an answer. If you can scrape together the time and the energy and the pure mulish stubbornness to know and demand your rights, well, no guarantees, but it may help.
I want you to know that. Know that we'll sleep a little easier tonight because an unnamed physician reviewed Isaac's records and determined that speech therapy is, in fact medically necessary.
Wherever you are in the universe, Dr. X, thank you.