I was talking with some friends, both of whom have had BC, about this the other day. I don't know how much my two episodes--which have involved at least 10 operations, a conservative guess of 6 weeks in hospital, three sets of implants, two courses of chemo, radiotherapy and hundreds of hours of specialised care of one sort of another over 11 years--have cost the tax payer. There couldn't be any change out of $250K.
I'm grateful, but Im financially and physically stuffed. That bit seems to get forgotten. That I am now looking at cancelling insurance policies--which feels like playing Russian Roulette--begging for bill extensions, missing out on rehab care and lying awake at night thinking 'I'm going under' is distressing. It's every bit as stressful as the treatment that got me into this situation and there is absolutely no help available. None.
Yes, my situation is looking brighter now I've been offered a job, but I've still got to be able to actually perform. Ill be working part time and I'm really nervous about being able to live on what I'm going to be able to earn. I think I'm going back to work to early, but I have to. It's going to take years before the austerity brake can come off. I'll never recover the $40K it's cost to support myself since I was diagnosed last year.
Phfft. I get it @onemargie. It sounds like I'm begging for a hand out, but I'm getting desperate. It's 30 years since I've had to stress about my power bill.
I'm lying in a very comfy bed in a lovely room with a balcony and a view that's costing me $50 a night because I'm so shagged that I need a break from driving to rads every day. Thanks to the Cure Cancer Foundation. It's occured to me I'd be better off staying here, it's cheaper than living at home and at least I don't have to worry about how much hot water I use.