I am terrible at asking for help. Absolutely atrociously terrible at it. Almost embarrassingly bad at it actually. I am fiercely stubborn and hard headed and independent. I can admit and embrace and work on changing the pieces of that that need changing.
Last year we hit our maximum out of pocket in medical expenses with Jonah at $4,000 before the big hospitalization at Texas Children’s. We came close to hitting it the year before that, too. Jonah has had 5 surgeries at this point and will likely need another before too terribly long. That doesn’t include our allergist who wasn’t even on our insurance plan and saw us anyway with just a copay and it doesn’t include our chiropractor who we self-payed because he charged us less then our copay would’ve been. I switched school districts this year primarily because the new school district had such better insurance then my last district. I took a pay cut, but it’s basically a wash with the benefit change. Needless to say, we are still paying off pieces of medical bills and probably will be for a while. We knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this trip was absolutely needed and needed ASAP for Jonah to be able to continue to be successful at life. I hadn’t put the numbers together yet, but I knew I didn’t have 2 weeks worth of days off, I knew flights for 3 people were expensive and I knew 2 weeks worth of medical care wasn’t going to be cheap. I also knew that this was clearly where God wanted Jonah after our hospital option before this told us they had no idea what to do with him. We had briefly heard about National Jewish from a dermatologist at Tx Children’s and our allergist had mentioned it once or twice as a down the road thing a few months before. There was one day in September when Jonah was so uncomfortable I left school at noon and drove him to Waco and Dr. Perry looked at him, told me he needed to go and he would start the paperwork the next day. I don’t think either of us realized how quickly we would be going. As I started to put the numbers together I realized that this was going to be a significant financial investment and Jason and I had gotten rid of all of our credit cards minus one emergency card not all that long before. There was only one set of people in the world that I could ever imagine asking for financial help to make this happen and I would only ask them because they’ve made it clear to all of us that they would always find a way to make sure we were all taken care of medically. I was hesitant to even ask them for help just because I am so ridiculously stubborn and felt like God has given us Jonah to take care of so we needed to figure out how to do it (I know this is absolutely ridiculous and unfounded and really goes against everything that I should be thinking and feeling.)
This trip has been more expensive then I originally anticipated. I hadn’t thought about the fact that Jonah had hoodies for jackets because we live in Texas or the cost of the wet wrap supplies or gas while we were here or the fact that hospital food costs at least 25 times as much as normal food or the cost of medications for treatment. I haven’t sat down to total everything yet, but I’m pretty confident that this trip cost in the neighborhood of $4,000 including the days that I will not be paid for at school. Jason’s boss has allowed him to work from here, so where he was still glued to his computer for most of the day, he was able to be here for meetings and dr. appt’s and that sort of thing and didn’t have to use his vacation time. A few of our friends organized some sort of massive collection to help take care of our son. I’m still not completely sure of everyone that participated in that. Winter clothes and wet wrap supplies showed up at our house before we left. Another group of friends sent snacks and games for Jason and I while another friend sent the same for Jonah. There have been people who have never met Jonah who have sent him things to help pass the time and a random lady in Walgreens thought that he took me telling him no to a snack in the check out line so well that she bought it for him anyway and handed it to him. I feel grossly inadequate for all of the love that has been lavished upon us from the financial blessings to the group of girlfriends who showed up at my house after one caught my mid church meltdown one week and listened to me completely meltdown and ugly cry and prayed for strength and healing for our boy who has in the process become a little bit of everyone’s boy. There was another family today that showed up at the Ronald McDonald house (which is a HUGE blessing in and of itself ) that used to go to our church, had never met Jonah or I, hadn’t seen Jason in years and brought Jonah things to help keep him entertained on the plane on the way home. My cousin have checked in on me regularly, offered to make trips out to see us in Texas to make home seem less far away, encouraged, and offered expertise where they have it, they have read this ridiculously long blog to my grandparents, probably multiple times by now and aren’t even THAT cranky about it. I have a friend who has chased my dog through her neighborhood no less then 100 times in the last 2 weeks (I really don’t think I’m exaggerating) and is still talking to me. I prayed for us to have a doctor while we were here that would appreciate all of the ridiculousness that Jonah is while still being everything he needed him to be medically and we got that answered in a big way. Our doctor got to know him, love him and appreciate him in all of his mess and I think was genuinely sad to see him leave. Jonah has gotten multiple books and cards in the mail from a certain aunt who definitely mailed the first one before we even left. We have required 3 airport trips that have been made without complaint by the time this trip is over. We have had lots of face time calls (which Jonah loves) with family members and some of Jonah’s favorite friends.
For the first week in his life (since he was at least 2 months old, maybe before that), Jonah has gone to bed without itching. He has woken up without itching. He has lived most of his week without itching. I haven’t had to worry about infection or sending our doctor pictures of what’s going on or stressing out about whether or not I’m putting the right cream where. Our village, which is so much bigger then I could have ever realized, has helped to make it possible. I am thankful for each and every one of you who have helped through any way at all to get him to this point whether it’s through encouragement (which I’m still horrible at taking, if you don’t believe me, go look at the encouraging comments that I have selectively ignored…Baby steps here people, I didn’t delete them), praying for him, us and his doctors, any sort of gift, financial or otherwise, taking care of any of the logistics that have made this possible for us to not be home or at work for two weeks. Thank you for loving our son. We are more thankful then what we could put into words.