It turns out the medical insurance I had was not fit for purpose.
Having filled in the form for a much 'better' one, I'm still not insured in a way that makes me feel safe.
I'm covered for everything but my condition. So where does that leave me?
Still better off than almost every one I know with this shit burger of a disease.
Update:
Getting a slightly better deal.
It's one of the reasons I've thought I couldn't ever be anywhere but the UK. Now I find myself filling in forms, my husband doing it most of the time. He remembers the facts. He likes those.
Cancer - tick
Brain tumour - tick
Cardiovascular - X
And on it goes
The ticks playing a game with the xs
On evenings like this I realise I'm living in my current bubble.
I like my current bubble.
Time with those you love is precious. A not blood, not my side, but great friend non the less, left yesterday.
Tomorrow another friend arrives.
These are both people who when I was in the UK I didn't physically see very often but we put the effort in. And they have certainly put it in by coming here. On their own.
I'm a happy and grateful woman.
In the world of VHL that heading could easily have been about tumours!
Trying to get the right medical insurance over here is making me appreciate the NHS in ways I hadn't fully recognised.
We're making a big decision but I'm so nervous that medically I'm going to be stalled. How do people do the thing where they know they might not have the right medical insurance.
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