Damn it, Janet.....I love you...

Told you I would start everything out with a musical theatre reference. HA.

JANET

Janet is just about one of the sweetest, quietest, caring ladies there ever was or will be. After watching the show, she asked the director about me and commented on how confident I was on stage. One thing led to another and my director (God bless her and her big mouth) told Janet how much I wanted and needed the surgery but was unable to pay to copay.

Now let me just get this straight right now. I had a PPO, paid for all my pre-surgery testing, etc. and the surgery still had an out of pocket pay of well over $11,000. To which I answered, "Will you take a check?" PUH-lease!!! $11K! 11K!!!!!!

I don't have that!?! I work at a local paper barely making minimum wage. I didn't know how I was going to pay for it now or ever. AND door closed.

So, I just prayed. I prayed that God would allow me the surgery whenever and if not I just prepared my heart for a life-time of aches and pains and general big-ladiness.

About a week after the first show, the then box office manager, my gay and good friend David had a message to relay. Janet wanted to pay my copays for the surgery.


WHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAA?!?!??!?!??!?!?

Who? What? When? Where? Why?

Who: Janet, head usher and angel
What: My surgery, duh!
When: As soon as I was ready!
Where: Desert Regional Hospital with the uncomprable Dr. Bobby Bhasker-Rao.
Why: Because, and I quote..."You're too good to be in the back row."

So, with that statement another angel got their wings and I was put on the operating room schedule for May 13, 2008.