Every three months I have an appointment with my psychiatrist and I strangely look forward to it. He is not a therapist per se, we do talk about my mental struggles, but I do not spend an hour blabbing about my problems. I say “strangely” because before my appointment I am forced to do an inner assessment of why I am feeling low lately so I can accurately explain myself to him. I am not used to explore my innerRead More →

I grew up in Italy, so this whole thing about needing “Medical Insurance” is still a bit baffling to me, even though I’ve lived here 2/3 of my life. The more I learn about Health Care in Italy the more I like it. I can’t help but compare what Insurance Companies put me through, forcing me to declare bankruptcy twice over medical bills they refused to pay, with similar circumstances from friends and family in the old continent. My cousin’sRead More →

Just recently a huge gift was bestowed upon me. The gift of no co-pays for Nicky’s supplies. This is no $20 co-pay, this should have been in the hundreds, even thousands (supplies come with a 30% co-pay), making taking care of Nicky almost impossible to afford. This was all in all a “new” issue I was dealing with. Since the ACA passed, insurance companies have been looking for ways to make more money, since their priorities lies with the stockholdersRead More →

I grew up in a country where Health Care is a right, not a privilege. I grew up in a country where my grandma, who suffered from breast cancer for 13 years, was hospitalized numerous times, endured a double mastectomy, chemo, radiation and more, but was not driven to bankruptcy from it, as all her out of pocket expenses were kept to an absolute minimum. I grew up in a country where my other grandma’s Doctor went to visit herRead More →

On my last post I talked about Insurance Companies and the hell they put me through the past 17+ years. I also explained why they bother me so much-the endless bills they do not pay or refuse to pay when they should, my two bankruptcies, and the simple fact that they are making our life harder than it already is. Having a medically fragile child is not for the meek, you have to be prepared to do and fight thingsRead More →

Two years ago it became clear that Nicky’s power chair was on its last leg. The chair was 6 years old and it was literally falling apart. Not only that, Nicky was 9 when he got it, and he was now 15, he barely fit into the thing anymore. The Physical Therapy dept at CHLA started writing referrals to the Insurance company to get a new chair. Nothing happened. Several letters later, several appointments for measurements later, several phone callsRead More →

One of the most frustrating parts of having a child with EB is that I often felt as if I was abandoned. Not only abandoned because I had nobody to help me with his extreme needs, but abandoned by society in general. So much is available for families that have children with more common conditions, but I always felt EB felt through the cracks due to the rarity of the disorder. This excerpt from my upcoming book ‘Butterfly Child‘, dueRead More →

I have to admit it. Through my trials of the past nearly 18 years, not much seems to bother me anymore. I am amazed at the thick skin (pun intended) I’ve developed over the years. I chuckle daily at the things people complain about on Facebook or other social networks, and I know I learned a lot and have come a long way from the teenage girl whose ego was easily bruised. I strive to be the gal who doesRead More →