Yesterday I received a medical bill for my husband, hardly an unusual occurrence given his brain tumor. Unlike the usual bills, this one included almost $4,000 in charges when his out-of-pocket expenses were satisfied last March.
Going through line-by-line, I discovered that no one filed claims for three procedures in November and December, including a surgical procedure that resulted in most of the amount due.
All of this should be covered.
I called the billing office, and they told me to tear up the bill and await a corrected one.
Yesterday was a stressful day anyway. We found out that the tumor was progressing again, and we are now waiting to hear what other trials my spouse can try.
Getting that bill was unnecessary stress. Part of me wanted to curl up and pretend it didn't exist. Part of me thought about just paying the damn thing so it went away. Luckily, the part that won said, "WTF? How can that be?" and went through the charges to find the problem.
Brain tumors suck.