To a doctor I will never meet

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.

Thank you.

Comments

[niksmom]

Outstanding! I salute Dr. X...we've known our share, too. They are good as gold! So glad to hear about the speech.

[Special Needs Mama]

Oh, oh oh. Thank you, and bravo. I have one of those in my files somewhere too. Seems like a rite of passage. xo.

[kal]

Hurray! Great news, I'm so glad they finally came through.

[Nonna]

This is such good news! We know how much time and effort you two have put into reaching this resolution.
PS I loved Isaac's various renditions of Happy Birthday over the phone.That made my day.
Nonna

[drama mama]

Mazel Tov. Dr. X performed a mitzvah. Kenoharrah.

What does it take to get a kid a little help around here? Sheesh.

[Emily]

Congratulations. It is a fight. It takes so much stubbornness to win it.