Drum Roll - May I have the envelope please?

After two months, I received the response to my 1st level appeal to BCBS of KS. (The photo to the left would be considered a "covered" item - a sock pulled over a Pringle's can, stuffed in a shoe.)

This is what I wrote in my "2nd level appeal." I have to exhaust all my appeals before I have the right to bring civil action. It's just a way to keeping dragging things out hoping I'll go away or get run over by a truck before they have to deal with me.

Thank you for the detailed review of my first level appeal. I can see by your response that you have given this matter a great deal of consideration. Indeed, it took 2 months to generate the following paragraph: [KFG: This is "Sarchasm" - The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.]

"The items denied as non-covered were reviewed pre-service and notification was made to you that the micro-processor knee and lithium battery were considered electrical add-on items and were exclusions to the contract. The contract does not specifically indicate the denied items as ‘deluxe’; however, they do fall under the exclusion for charges for electrically operated prosthetic appliances, devices or items. This exclusion applies only to prosthetic items, not durable medical equipment such as a pacemaker, insulin pumps or other items indicated in your appeal. Therefore, the denials are correct."

[KFG: Woo-Hoo! They came right out and admitted that they only discriminate against amputees!]

Thank you for confirming that this exclusion is limited only to prosthetics. Therefore, by default, only amputees are affected by this arbitrary exclusion. That was precisely my point and your confirmation is very informative. While you are correct in that the contract does not use the word “deluxe,” I have several documents from your company and the Kansas State Employee Health Policy Authority that specifically use the word “deluxe” as a reason for denial. The word seems to have found favor since the 2009 State Employee Health Care Contract now denies amputees “deluxe enhancements, electronic components, microprocessors, performance enhancements, comfort, convenience and luxury items.” I’m not certain that there is a CPT code for comfort and convenience, but I can assure you that there is nothing comfortable or convenient about amputation and using a prosthetic limb.

Yada-yada, blah, blah, blah....

So, let me see...around the end of March, first of April, I should get back another thoughtful paragraph that says, "No."

URGENT - Breaking News!

You must watch this video (CLICK HERE!) on Good Morning America! Please write Good Morning America and share my story. This is an excellent opportunity to draw attention to the lack of prosthetic parity in Kansas! If you can't get the video, you can read the transcript by clicking on this link.

The latest report I have from the policy makers in KS is that the Chairman of the Health Care Commission, Duane Goossen, is also the state budget director and the budget is a mess, so I'm way, way, down on the priority list. Let's rock the boat.

You can watch the videos down below too, but for now, START HERE.

The C-leg: Making a Difference

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Striking Parallels

I saw this story on the Today Show this morning. There were a lot of striking similarities between her story and mine, the same language, the same arbitrary denials. See if you don't think so too. (If the video player below doesn't work for you, click this link)

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Parity and Microprocessors - A Fresh Perspective

I came across the writings of Jothy Rosenberg, an above knee amputee and cancer survivor who has written several compelling essays at his blog, A Leg Up. He writes about the need for prosthetic parity and has a must read article about microprocessor knees that explains why not all prosthetic knees are created equal. Grab a cup of coffee and give it a read - great stuff.

Boiling Oil...or...How I Learned to Play Piano

We spent New Year's Eve at a friend's house and got into a conversation about music - whether people are born with talent or just persist until they become experts. That got me to the "boiling oil" story which, I suppose it's fair to say, that I wouldn't have learned to play piano or become the musician that I am had it not been for growing up with "the leg."

Sometime around age 5 I was at the Children's Hospital in Memphis for Operation-Number-God-Only-Knows, a place where I spent every summer for the first 10 years of my life in an effort to fix the bone in my lower leg. Dad and I were watching a movie on television - the peasants were storming the castle and the defenders of the castle were pouring something down on the peasants that was causing a lot of writhing and screaming. "What's that?" I asked. "Boiling oil," said Dad. Wow. The agony - to be coated in boiling oil - horrors! It made an impression that would last a lifetime.

While I was contemplating such a horrible death, Mom was running around the hospital and bumped into some RLDS missionaries. As desperate parents in search of a cure will do, she thought it might help if they came and prayed over me. The missionaries thought it might help too, maybe pick up a couple of converts which ultimately, they did, but that's another story.

Mom returned to the room about the time the movie was wrapping up and said, "There are some nice men outside who want to come minister over you." Say, what? I didn't have a clue what she was talking about so she explained that these two men were going to have a "laying of the hands" over me and that it might fix my leg. Fixing my leg peaked my interest but the hand thing didn't seem right. "What exactly were they going to do?" I asked. "They're going to put oil on your head and put their hands on your head and pray over you," she answered.

I'm not sure how long I screamed. I think my eyeballs left my sockets. I could see the two men outside the room, pacing back and forth, anxious to come in and pour boiling oil on my head. Mom was mortified and left the room to try to explain (how could she know the depth of my fear?). She came in few minutes later and tried to bribe me with a present. Dad, who initially thought the whole scene was amusing, was trying to reason with me but I was beyond reason. They finally left. Mom was furious, Dad amused and I got the bribe as a Christmas present that same year. What was it? A tiny, black, toy grand piano that I played so relentlessly that Dad's great aunt gave us an old upright piano because they thought I had "talent."

I don't believe in talent - I had persistence. Those people who persist at anything; a sport, an art or overcome what others call a "handicap" are the people who rise to the surface, not because they're courageous/brave/heroes, but because they just want to DO whatever it is they've chosen to do. To do, and do it well.

Then there are people who put obstacles in the path of the persistent. These people rise to the surface in a different way...kind of like...well, use your imagination...and don't forget to flush!