OMG.
I wish I had something to say that could help...but ...I am so sorry. What a terrible situation.
I hope for the best for you.
Don’t worry about it. It’s just life.
Maybe I should be pissed my parents didn’t get that warranty when I was born. But I don’t think their parents got one for them either. So it didn’t even occur to them.
Here’s something that will make you laugh. When the doc asked for the biopsy this spring I resisted. I went in to talk to him about it. I told him if I was done I wasn’t spending another dime on his worthless butt, and even more worthless tests. Instead, I told him, I was going to Disneyworld...
And I did have most of the money for treatment then, but when my DIL decided to become a full-time junkie and abandoned the son and grandbabies, that money has been sucked up in bills (the strain cost him his job) and lawyers trying to help them make a better life.
PS: If you see that stupid bitch hit her in the head for me—HARD.