Round and Round We Go

Except well, maybe me and my rocking hubster.

After a good cry, and feeling quite defeated that I would not be covered, my husband just said, "call them, maybe you ARE covered." And I argued with him. I mean, the insurance specialist at the surgeon's office would know for sure, right? I mean, SHE WANTS me to get surgery, it is her job and that is how they make money. I told him over and over and he said I was just being negative. So I called. And I chatted with someone who said she didn't see five years listed anywhere. Then the hubs talked to her, and she said she'd email the policy specifics. Email never came. So hubs called again today for me on his lunch hour (LOVE HIM) and got a new representative, who ALSO said it didn't say that anywhere. This person actually emailed the document. 36 pages of document. Which I read, word for word. NOWHERE does it say anything about 5 years (which is good, because I missed on year by THREE pounds @@). So I called up the surgeon's office again, and the insurance specialist is amazed, and is going to call and grill them tomorrow. So it looks like (MAYBE) I will be covered. AND even more good news. If I qualify, they pay 90% when previously I thought 80%. Nervously awaiting tomorrow's phone call.