The following week, we sat together at the dining table, a spreadsheet open on my laptop. We went through each bill, line by line, trying to make sense of the charges and insurance adjustments. The numbers were dizzying, but we took it one step at a time.
“Here’s one for $3,200,” I pointed out, highlighting the line with a yellow marker. “Is this from the surgery or something else?”
My spouse leaned in, squinting at the screen. “I think that’s for the follow-up scans,” they said, their finger tracing the text as they read.
It was a slow process, but together, we began to piece together the puzzle of our medical finances. With each phone call to the insurance company and hospital, I felt more in control, more a part of the solution.
Despite the frustration and setbacks, there was a quiet satisfaction in working alongside my spouse, facing the challenges together.
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