This Sunday we celebrated Easter. I’ve often heard it referred to as a time of renewal. I think I will remember Easter this year as a time when my faith in human beings was renewed.
On Monday I called to the breast center where I had the mammogram a few years ago and told them that I was having trouble getting a referral for my breast lumps. My call was transferred until I reached a woman who told me that I could go to a local health clinic that helps uninsured and underinsured people receive basic medical care. For just $5 – $15, I could receive a manual breast exam. I immediately called and scheduled the appointment.
I just returned home after a whirlwind visit to the health clinic. First off, I have to say that it is staffed by remarkable people. They squeezed me in at the end of the day, so I was the only patient when I arrived. With no wait, I was brought back to be examined. It wasn’t long before I was told that I would need a diagnostic appointment at a breast center.
Sensing my concern, the nurse told me that they would find a way to help me with the fees. Fortunately, there are programs to help women in need receive free mammograms. Unfortunately, these programs don’t exist—at least in our area—for women under 40.
They told me not to worry, though, and said they would do what they could to help me get taken care of. The rest of my appointment was spent signing papers and waiting as they assembled and faxed paperwork to a program—Cancer Services (formerly the Women’s Health Partnership)—that pays for diagnostic exams for uninsured men and women with (suspected?) breast, cervical or prostate cancer. They said that because of my age, they would need to complete extra paperwork, affidavit(s), etc. and then get them sent over right away to make a plea for help with the diagnostic appointment.
It was after 5 p.m. and they were working collectively and without complaint to coordinate everything for me. How surprising it was not to hear “call back tomorrow” or “we’re closed” or “we can’t help you”. I didn’t even have to ask and here they were doing their best to rally for me. So refreshing and heartwarming, especially after the past week.
When I left, they hugged me and said they would do their best to help get me in to the breast care center where I had been seen for my past lumps. So now I wait… But I am waiting with a renewed faith in the medical community—or at least in the volunteer medical community.
[Because I love baking and decorating cakes and cupcakes, I thought I would leave you with some photos of the cupcakes I brought to Easter at my sister’s on Sunday… Thanks for reading…]