I just cannot take a single breath without another blow. I came home to discover the hospital never called the insurance company to let them know that I was staying in the hospital past the out-patient surgery. Because of that the claim is denied. And even though the hospital was the one who made the mistake I am somehow responsible due to how my former employer's insurance plan was written (in-network coverage that is denied automatically rolls over to out-of-network care). The bill is $13,343.37 and does not include the individual bills from the surgeon and the four specialists who came to my room. They will come later.

This is unbelievable...

I can say, however, that God's grace has been overwhelming this evening. I bawled for two hours after my futile conversation with the insurance company before I could even start to pray. I have a small PR job that I have been battling to keep during the midst of my ill health. My first deliverable was a week late because of the hospitalizations. Tonight, I had two press releases and a media advisory to draft before a conference call at 10:00.

This evening, more so than in a long time, I have known the peace of Christ. I am not foolish to think the tears and frustrations are gone completely, but I do know that He is the only One who could have gotten me through this work tonight.

Praise Him!