A Spork in the Road

Dear Faceless United Healthcare “Golden Rule” Bureaucrat:

Of course I mean “faceless” metaphorically. I’m sure you have a face. At least I hope you do. If you don’t, you have my full sympathy, and I hope you have health insurance and that your facelessness was not ruled a pre-existing condition.

I mean, how much would it suck if you got health insurance and then your provider found out from a check-out boy that once when you were at the grocery store an herbalist told you your face was looking a little saggy and you might want to have it checked if it didn’t firm up, and then one day your face fell off, and now you don’t have a face OR health insurance?

I certainly hope that’s not what happened to you.

What I do hope is that you, or someone you work with, will review my case and say to yourself (and then to me), “Wow. This girl had lymphoma, which is a famously sneaky cancer, and let’s all be honest, there’s really no way she could have known what was going on in advance. Let’s be reasonable and find a way to get her coverage back intact, because you know and I know that the state of health care in this country really is ridiculous.”

That’s what I hope.

Hope springs eternal, right?

Sincerely,
Beth Adele Long