Showing posts with label that emptiness is the sound of my frustrated mind. Show all posts
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Thursday, January 8, 2009

False impressions = back to square one

It all sounded so good and reasonable.... until now in the 11th hour there are clear insurance company pre-authorization designations between an "auto" (autologous) versus an "allo" (allogeneic) bone marrow transplant. Briefly, "auto" is from your OWN marrow cells harvested pre-chemo; logically, "allo" is not - whether a sibling, parent, cousin or unrelated donor, it's from an Other. 

And I am learning only now that few insurance companies like to cover that. Evidently it is considered experimental. Hell, and I thought "dangerous" was bad enough!

So I'll put off my remote beach grape peeling fantasies for now, as I leap back into the fray to find someone who will respond with clarity and direction. 

Thanks to Susan C. who I didn't ask before using one of her photographic images from an Italy trip in 2005.....!