So what do I do with the current lemon in my life, specifically whether or not to take an injectable drug for my osteoporosis (Prolia) or a yearly infusion (zolendronate)?  After weighing in on the risks vs. benefits, their efficacies, and alternatives I made the decision to go with the Prolia.  Mainly because my GP could give me the twice a year injection and I wouldn’t have to start a relationship with another doctor.  And I’m feeling like I have more doctors in my contact list than friends.  So, I had it all set.  I called the GP who called the Pharmacy who called me to set it up.  And that’s when I hit a snag.  I forgot to check on the cost.  There is a $500.00 co-pay/per injection that I would need to pay.  That gave me pause.  I then asked what the once a year infusion of Zolendronate would cost and was informed that both my primary and secondary insurance would cover it all!  It figures – the product that is less expensive is not fully covered but the expensive delivery of medicine is costing the insurance companies more.  Yup, that about sums up our healthcare system.

So, like it or not, I have set up an appointment for my new endocrinologist in June (first available) and am filling out all the forms necessary to start my new relationship with her and to get my medical records sent from the GP.  Cheese & Crackers, this smells and tastes like Eposse de Bourgogne which is considered the most pungent cheese known in the world.

So now we wait and hope my bones don’t disintegrate to dust between now and then.

Not dwell on my osteoporosis, my routine dermatology appointment turned up a Basel cell carcinoma on my nose.  And as luck would have it, the biopsy did not remove all of it so now I need a Mohs procedure and plastic surgery.  The good thing is it can all be done on the same day – the healing somewhat longer.

I have moved on from feeling like an old mare that should be put down to Henry Ford’s 1896 Ford Quadricycle Runabout – old, classic but feeling a bit rusty on the inside and worn out.  Yup, I am an old car that needs constant care and maintenance.  Heck my 2007 VW Passat needs less care and maintenance than I do.  Then again, its only 14 years old.

And tell me, do I have a sign on my butt that says “Give it to me – I can handle it”?

The upkeep on this body is exhausting.  But hey, all these issues are fixable and repairable and while I definitely look worn with major signs of wear it beats the alternative.

So I will continue to fix and repair daily and refuse to be “Found on the Road Dead” (FORD).  I’ll try to keep my eyes looking ahead and definitely looking up; for only God can help me smooth out this bumpy road.

What do you do when you feel like an old mare or an aged car ready for the junk yard? How do you combat the fears and feelings that aging brings?  Do you cry and wonder why?  Do you drink or see a shrink?  Do you whine but look for the divine?

Please join in the conversation so others may benefit.

God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging. – Psalm 46:1-3 

 

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I have additional insights I’d love to share with you found in the pages of my debut book: Surviving Medical Mayhem – Laughing When It Hurts.  To order a copy or learn more go to my website at www.lorettaschoen.com

 

Blessings for Health & Wellness.