Dernière mise à jour en date du Sep 12, 2026

  • I Could Just Cry….But I Know it Won’t Help

    Yes, that’s right. All of this has finally pushed me to tears. At my doctor’s appointment today I asked about the two referrals that were submitted on August 28th for both the ENT and for a Swallow Study.
    The insurance reviewer has denied both. DENIED BOTH? That person, in their infinite wisdom, has decided that this is a GI issue and that I should follow up with the Gastroenterologist. Yep, the Esophogram done in the hospital 3 MONTHS AGO showed that this is a motility issue. So, it has to be under the Gastroenterology umbrella.
    Which one should I see? The one that never made an appearance when I was in the hospital and instead sent two different Physicians Assistants to my room, who both offered nothing as far as treatment and even said that there was no Corkscrew twisting of the esophagus. I guess the “highly abnormal evidence of severe esophageal spasms and corkscrew twisting of esophagus” seen by the radiologist who performed the test and saw it with his own eyes was all a fabrication. Because the PA said no, there was none of that. That’s the one I should follow up with???? And gave no opinion as to whether all the symptoms I’m experiencing could be due to an allergic reaction from the Endo Tracheal tube used to anesthetize me during mastectomy surgery.
    Or maybe I should follow up with the one I saw after I was discharged? Actually the same one who ordered the esophagram. Who, when I saw her in the office, offered absolutely nothing as far as treatment or why or how this was a sudden onset.
    Or maybe I should follow up with the GI Specialist I saw at Rush Medical Center two weeks ago. The one that was “disinterested, dismissive and didn’t listen? (see Update August 28, 2026 for a quick refresher). She said none of what I’m experiencing is a GI issue and said I should see an ENT and have a Swallow Study done.

    Those are my choices to follow up with? I’m seeing a pattern in what a Gastroenterologist looks like – how they practice – how they treat their patients – THEY DON’T. Bottom line, THEY DON’T. Thinking back…..my dog got better treatment from his Vet.
    My doctor told me to go to the front desk and ask to speak with the Medical Director of the facility, Olivia. That she could get behind this and push for the referral to be approved.

    I did. I got to meet her today. She’s well informed and aware of this complete journey I’ve been on. They talk about my case in their meetings about complex patients. That’s who I am. I’m Ms Bradshaw – the complex case.

    However, because this requires, medical review, she said she needed to bring in the Medical Director, Dr Harold Rahming, and my doctor, Carla Rodriguez, to review my medical records and plead my case to the reviewer. Olivia said she would go to both of them today, actually right then, to get this started.

    She asked if I was waiting for anything else. I told her that I was waiting for a prescription to be ready for the steroids I’m taking.

    When I was in with my doctor, I explained that when I was there on September 8th she said she put in the order for the prescription reducing the dosage from 50 mg daily to 40 mg daily. The pharmacy tech brought the bag out to me and I went home. I didn’t look at the bottle while I was there. The next morning when I went to take my medicine I saw that the bottle was for something different, not the Prednisone 20 mg.

    Remember? We’re trying to taper me off the steroids? So we switched from 40 mg Solu Medrol injections daily to 50 mg Prednisone tablets. That prescription dosage was for me to take two 20 mg Prednisone tablets along with one 10 mg Prednisone tablet. The prescription was ordered on September 4th and was written for a total of 10 tablets. That would allow me to take two of these 20 mg tablets on Sept 4, 5, 6, 7 and 8. Bottle empty then. I had enough 10 mg Prednisone to still allow me to take the right dosage on Sept 9 and 10th, then get more today.
    So the pharmacy tech comes out and tells me that the prescription can’t be filled. The insurance company won’t pay for it, it’s too early. I don’t understand. The doctor wrote the prescription for enough pills for 5 days. I took the right pills for those five days. Nope, they won’t pay, she tried putting it though the system and it got kicked out. I said I can’t leave here without this prescription. This is not one you quit cold turkey. She said the doctor could call an order in to Osco, but the insurance would still not pay for it and I would have to pay cash to get it. Noooooo, you’re missing the point……I still need a prescription to accommodate the tapering schedule. She just repeated that I could go to Osco.

    I lost it. LOST IT BIG. We’re in the waiting room. I yelled at her. No, I mean I YELLED AT HER. For all the world to see and hear. “FINE! THEN I’M GOING TO END UP IN THE F**** EMERGENCY ROOM! She turned and walked away. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe the insanity of getting this prescription filled and I couldn’t believe I had no control over my mouth and yelled at her……in front of a waiting room full of people. OMG

    Next thing I know, the pharmacy tech is walking towards me with another woman beside her. Ms Bradshaw? Yes. Come with me. The three of us walked to an empty conference room. I looked that pharmacy tech right in the eye and apologized to her…profusely. She just looked at me. OMG I’m sooo sorry I yelled at you. You didn’t deserve that. You were doing your job.

    By this time I’m not catching names, and I’m having a hard time explaining how it got to this. Obviously I’m now in the presence of someone who is the supervisor? Manager? Director? Of the pharmacy. But, she sized it all up very quickly. She said what I needed was a new prescription. She would be right back.

    I lost it. I completely lost it. I sat at that table, put my head in my hands and just sobbed. I broke. Tears running down my face. Ugly crying.

    She came back with a box of Kleenex and told me the prescription was ordered and we’re just waiting for it to be filled.

    I apologized again for my outburst. She told me it’s ok. It might be, but I’m so disappointed in myself that I treated someone that way.
    My doctor does know how to play the game. She wrote a prescription for quantity Sixty 20 mg Prednisone. I now can keep up with the tapering schedule. Which we don’t even know exactly what it will be because we have to see if as I reduce the dosage we can keep all the allergic reaction symptoms in check or if they come back.

    You hear about it all the time. Insurance companies have their inane rules that don’t take into consideration the medical needs of the person. AND THEY Let PEOPLE DIE EVERY DAY so they don’t have to provide coverage. LET PEOPLE DIE……let that sink in.

    I haven’t gotten any better since I was discharged from the hospital 79 days ago. I’m just as sick, if not sicker than I was the day I was discharged with them telling me they don’t know what’s wrong with me or how to fix it.
    And now the insurance company is saying they know more of what I need or don’t need than the doctors treating me do.

    I will not let my insurance company kill me.


À propos de cette collecte de fonds

On May 21, 2026, my mother Annabelle Bradshaw, Commonly known as Junior, underwent a mastectomy as part of her treatment for breast cancer. The surgery itself was successful, and we hoped she could begin focusing on healing and moving forward.

Instead, only days later, she developed a severe and frightening medical reaction.

She has a previously documented history of atopic dermatitis when exposed to certain medical materials. Doctors believe her current condition may be connected to materials used while she was intubated during surgery, but the exact cause has not yet been confirmed.

We initially tried to manage her symptoms at home under her doctors’ guidance. Her condition continued to worsen until she had to be rushed to the emergency department with dangerously low vital signs.

She remained in the hospital for 14 days.

During that time, she experienced relentless esophageal spasms that made it nearly impossible for her to eat or drink. Food, water, and medication would frequently come back up. Despite extensive testing, she was discharged without a clear diagnosis or lasting relief.

She returned home on June 24, 2026, but there has been little improvement. Since the symptoms began in late May, she has lost approximately 40 pounds. She has gone from being active and independent to extremely weak and struggling with the basic act of eating and drinking.

We are currently waiting for her to be seen by a specialist at a university hospital in Chicago. Until an appointment becomes available, she is going to her doctor’s office daily so her condition can be closely monitored.

Providing round-the-clock care

Because of the seriousness of her condition, I have become her full-time caregiver.

I monitor and administer her medications around the clock and watch closely for adverse reactions. I help her shower, dress, prepare food, and attempt to maintain her nutritional intake. I take her to daily appointments, participate in home health visits, and join calls with nurses and case managers.

While she was hospitalized, I was there each day to speak with her doctors and help manage her care.

Her condition requires more supervision than I could provide while continuing to work, so I made the difficult decision to leave my job. I have now received my final paycheck, which means our household is losing an important source of regular income just as medical and caregiving expenses continue to grow.

Based on her current condition and the number of appointments, tests, and specialist visits still ahead, we are preparing for approximately ten weeks without that income, totaling about $12,000.

We may also need occasional professional respite care so that I can rest, handle essential errands, and continue caring for her safely. Even ten hours of relief each week would cost approximately $350.

How donations will help

Our current and anticipated expenses include:

• Approximately $5,800 in medical bills after insurance
• Approximately $12,000 in projected lost household income while I provide full-time care
• Up to $3,500 for limited professional respite care
• Nutritional drinks, supplements, special foods, and home medical supplies
• Transportation to daily appointments and future specialist visits
• Additional testing, copays, medications, and medical bills that are still arriving
• A financial cushion for unforeseen complications or changes in her care needs

Our fundraising goal is $35,000.

Because doctors have not yet identified the exact cause of her condition, we do not know what additional tests, treatments, specialist care, or hospital visits may be ahead. The remaining funds will help us respond quickly if her condition worsens or her care becomes more complex.

Every donation will help us keep the household stable while making sure my mother receives the care, supervision, and medical attention she needs.

The person behind the medical crisis

My mother has always been an active, engaging person who stays connected with the people she loves. She is the person who calls to check in, sends the Facebook message, organizes the meal, and makes sure everyone else feels remembered.

Even through everything happening now, she is still trying to face it with her trademark sense of humor. Our family is doing our best to respond in kind, keeping her laughing and reminding her that she is still herself, even on the hardest days.

She has spent years showing up for friends and family. Now, she needs those same people to show up for her.

Any donation, no matter the amount, will help. Sharing this campaign is also deeply appreciated. Thank you for helping us give her the time, care, and stability she needs while we search for answers and work toward recovery.

Organisé par

Michael Bradshaw

Oak Forest, IL, USA

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