Last week I met with another plastic surgeon in Boston. I liked him. So the problem was that I like both plastic surgeons I've met in Boston. That's a good problem to have. It boiled down to being in a recovery room with an oxygenation (sp?) machine and one nurse versus ICU for the 12-24 hours following surgery.
Now I need to have a consult with the breast surgeon they recommended. The process for that is that I have to call my PCP and request a referral, then I will make that appointment. Early on I got burned when I didn't know about out-of-network referrals and waiting for approval before the consult. Anthem did reimburse me, but it wasn't until much time/effort/apology on my part to educate them as to my explanations.
As this is becoming more real for me, I recognize the fact that I don't need to do anything. Cold Feet. Just when I think I can postpone the procedure indefinitely, I get reminders.
Just this morning I got an email from a lady who made me realize that I am LUCKY to have the option of doing something about my non-invasive breast cancer before it becomes invasive. I am truly appreciative of people who are willing to take the time to reach out. I can't tell you just how much this means to me and how much this influences me.