The-Courier-recoveringnoah

This one is actually about Noah.

We've been driving to Dallas 2x a week for a new therapy that we're doing. And, of course, our lame insurance refused to pay for it. 3-hour RT, twice a week, at $75 a pop for a 30 minute session.

It adds up quickly.

Anyway, I called their office today and cancelled our remaining scheduled appointments because we couldn't afford it anymore. It broke my heart to do this because we have truly seen some great changes in Noah since we started. But we didn't have a choice.

Twenty minutes later, they called back. They'd just gotten the mail in and there was a letter from our insurance company. They AGREED to pay for the therapy.

Ya'll, you don't understand. I fight with our insurance over everything. Maybe they decided to cover it because they realized it'd help - or maybe they decided that they didn't want to spend another summer dealing with Leslie-Noah's-Mom. I don't know. But they're covering it. This means we can continue to take Noah and, God willing, he'll continue to get better.

Whoo hoo! I wish you could see the happy dance I'm doing over here. Okay, well maybe not. Because it does slightly resemble Elaine's from Seinfeld. (Hey, I never said I was talented.)

BUT... I do have a huge great grin on my face. This is the best news we've gotten in ages. Praise God!