Two nights ago, I had a nightmare: My husband’s company decided to switch from a PPO to an HMO and I could no longer see my doctor at Memorial Sloan Kettering. I hopped on an elevator that went up to a swank, uppity City Club. I schmoozed with a group of young, Abercrombie-looking, frat-boyish, health insurance VP’s. Then I offered one of them a blow job in exchange for getting my PPO insurance back. I knew that the blow job would kill my husband, but I also knew that me dying of cancer would kill him too. The frat boy looked at me and laughed.
My dream raises the question of What would you do for health insurance? Cheat, lie, steal? Over the next few weeks I want to investigate the questions and perspectives on what we have to do to cover the cost of our care. I have plenty of my own tenacious examples – none involving oral sex. I’ve also gathered health insurance stories from other patients in my book, and from the news. But first, I’d love to hear from you. To what extent have you gone to receive COBRA, insurance, or pay down medical debt? Have you thought about marrying for health insurance? Suffered through a job you hated? Spent down or stashed away your savings to qualify for Medicaid? Spent enough time on the phone with agencies to call it a second full-time job? Let me know!