Vaccine Injury Compensation Program case settled.

As of last week, my attorneys agreed to a settlement with our petition in the Vaccine Court against the Department of Health and Human Services. The amount we settled for is far less than we had hoped and we have been informed that it will be at least 4 months before I actually see a dime of this money.

It doesn’t surprise me – the whole experience has left me bitter and angry. From their “expert witness” who claimed I had diabetes (I don’t) and has taken millions in “research” money from big pharma, to the habitual delays of their attorneys, to my own physicians who were too intimidated to speak up – it’s a depressing tale that’s being played out over and over throughout this country.

The vaccine industry does have the upper hand over the population in this country, and they have no liability.

I will be posting updates until I get paid – because I don’t believe that they’ll keep their word, and I’ll never see a dime.

“If vaccines are safe, why is there a Vaccine Injury Compensation fund?”

 

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You’re the first person that’s ever asked us that.

 

How much does this cost?

“Why, you’re the first person that’s ever asked us that.”

You’re joking.   When I went in for phlebotomy #2, I figured that I might be in this for the long haul. Every week, driving to the city, paying to park, writing out a $25 co-pay check, and then dealing with the rest of the bill.  My health insurance is pretty good, but really, I have no idea what it costs, and what I’m responsible for. So I thought I’d ask. I asked at the front desk. “Oh, you’ll have to talk to Stephanie about that, she’s the financial person.” She hands me her card. So after the phlebotomy, I go across the hall. Mind you, this is a large hematology and oncology practice in a major city. Adjacent to a large hospital, their offices take up half a floor in the medical building. I find Stephanie, and she seems a little taken aback that she’s actually staring a patient in the face. She’s nice enough, leads me back to her paper-cluttered office and I ask her the question: “How much does this cost?” Crickets.

She starts to babble numbers will scribbling numbers on a post-it note. Then she mumbles about insurance, co-pays, etc. I stop and explain to her that I know how insurance works, and how it’s billed. All I really want to know is the going rate for a therapeutic phlebotomy. A hundred dollars, a thousand? Ten thousand for all I know – after an $828 bill for an office visit where the hematologist was an hour late and couldn’t pronounce hemochromatosis, I figure that I better start being a pro-active consumer. She finally figures out that it costs $250 in medical dollars. That’s what I call the “I wish” amount. What the insurance company has contracted with them for remains to be seen. But even with a 20% co-insurance, that’s $50.  Doable in my book.

 

But really? I’m the FIRST person to ever question what the charge is going to be?  No wonder our health care system is such a mess.