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I woke up ready to do battle again.  This time, however, my target is the world around me instead of the entity within.

I am woman.  Hear me Roar!

I will not be denied today.

Dan thinks HE needs to scream at people himself.  It made me both proud and angry.  Why shouldn’t my own insistence be enough?  This has to be done strongly but with diplomacy.  If we just end up making people mad, we will get no where.

I asked him to call DHS and get us an appointment.  I want to be able to say that we are in the process of getting Medicaid.  He must make that call first.

I have to laugh at myself.  Dan has been the head of our family always.  We discuss everything, but he generally makes the last call. (That’s what he thinks anyway.  So I let him go with that. Hehe)  But this morning I made it clear that I am in charge.  This is ultimately my life and my cancer even though it effects the whole family.  I am not incompetent . . . yet.  “Do what I say!”  haha. He was taken aback by my insistence.  And, to tell you the truth, so was I.

My first call was to the force behind the Wizard.  I have talked about her before.  She is Dr H’s assistant in charge of scheduling.  I will call her Angel, because she is one.  Angel was mad that she had not been told what was going on.  Or in this case, what was NOT going on.

I will spare you all the details this time and cut to the bottom line.  Angel got results.   She found out the problem and fixed it. She got the ball and threw it to right court.  (I hope!) Evidently, deep in my file was a contingency party invitation.  It must have been written in small print with an ultra-violet pen.  “Just in case no one else picks her for the dodge ball game, she can come back to my team.  Signed: Dr E.”  {Remember him? He is the Doctor that referred me to OHSU to begin with.  The good fellas in financial found it when they were searching for a way to get me treated.  Wasn’t that nice of them?

So, my Angel assured me that my files and scans would get sent along lickity-split.  Not wanting to wait for them to arrive and get filed again in the forgotten folder, I went ahead and called the center and took the first appointment I could get with Dr E.  I will give them a day to get the paperwork with the orders from the wizard, and then make another call to see if I can have the long awaited mock-up and tattoo job at the same time.  Who knows, I might even get to the party by next Monday?  Wouldn’t that be nice.  The sooner I get to the laser light show, the soon I can get this monster cut out!  There’s just not room enough in this life for the both of us.  Sorry dude, you gotta go!  Besides, if something is not done soon, I am going to need a wagon.  (”A wagon?” you ask?). Yes, a wagon to pull behind me to carry this bump on my butt when I walk.  I tell ya, it’s big.  (No!   I’m not gonna post a picture of it!  Not even for you! - sheesh, sisters!)

Tomorrow, I’m going over to Goodwill to look at their party gowns!

While I’m there I might see if they have any wagons . . . you know, just in case.