Medical Expenses (Brain Tumors Suck)

My dreams were coming true. I had the best partner a person could dream of. I was digging through vinyls in a small town in the middle of Idaho. I never dreamed Idaho would be so beautiful. I never imagined my travels would ever have to stop. I may have been breathing for 27 years, but something about breathing mountain air for the first time will breathe life into you, or maybe it was the first time I experienced a real snowy winter in Maine that started making my life more than just the pumps that run blood through my veins, but I couldn't quite enjoy it as much as I wanted to because the migraines kept getting worse and more frequent, the night sweats and terrors eventually took over my life, and I would sleep most days I had off work instead of enjoying these precious views. My heart started breaking when I seen how much it effected the person I love the most. He would say something, and I would either snap, or not have the energy to say anything at all. As I sat in the floor of a nurse patrictioner's office in the middle of Idaho, I broke. I cried and screamed at her, " I don't know what's wrong. I feel awful, something isn't right. PLEASE HELP ME." Everything shattered when I got a phone call at work that following Saturday morning telling my I had a brain tumor. For months I thought I was slowly losing my mind, along with my hair, but this type of tumor produces its own hormones. Answers were nice at first, but I had to quit my dream job to move home for treatment. I lost my insurance the day I left from Idaho in pursuit of care, and it took a long time before we found anything else, and to be honest it is awful coverage. I have been pushed aside by so many doctors as the tumor continues to grow, and within the past month it has quadrupled. I use to dream of traveling the world, and now I dream of getting out of bed, and just being healthy again. I dream of not being the reason for my family's tears. I never knew heart break until I had to watch Zach hold my face as I screamed and cried because my head hurt so bad, and no doctor truly wanted to help. That was until I met Carolyn Ross. She suggested the Mayo Clinic, and Zach and I thought, "YES! Finally the treatment we have been looking for!" But they won't give financial assistance to people who have insurance. My insurance in network is horrible, but out of network means we will have to pay for almost everything. It's $734 up front for each appointment, and we are looking at a minimum of three, and then any other costs for treatment. All I want for Christmas is to hold Zach's face, kiss his forehead, and say it's finally over. We are so close to that happening. They want to see me this coming Wednesday in Arizona, but previous expenses from hospital visits, and falling behind on bills has drained both of us. So close. We were so close to finally getting cared for. So in an attempt for possibly a miracle I decided to share my story with you.