I feel like a lot has been going on. To the deaths first.
I had to “cull” my first chicken. We had a hen who prolapsed an oviduct with an egg inside it. The egg prevented me from being able to push the oviduct back in. I called an exotic animal vet 1 hour away who does work with poultry (he treats the local zoo) and tried to get her in; chickens are my daughters favorite animal in the whole world and I wanted to try to save the hen for her. Unfortunately, we would not have been able to get to the only open time they had that day. The receptionist said we could come in on an emergency basis, but that would have put our bill over $100 just for showing up, not including the surgery to actually fix the problem. I jut did not have $200 available to be able to fix her.
I shot her with bird shot, close range, to the head to make sure that her death would be as fast and as painless as possible. I cried for her but made sure I didn’t shut my eyes. I didn’t want to miss and have her suffer.
She had already been walking around with her feathers fluffed out and I thought she might have already had a fever and infection setting in so decided to bury her. I had to put out food for the pigs and try to get her buried before the pigs finished and came to investigate. I got the last of the dirt on her just as Zeus, one of the boys, came trotting up. I buried her where the pony is buried.
Our next death was beautiful Princess Stacy, our polled baby doe Nigerian Dwarf goat. I think she was smothered in her sleep be a cow — all of the animals had been sleeping on the hay on one side of the run-in. I found her at the entrance to the run-in, unfortunately with Zeus the pig. He only ate one part (the head) and left the rest. Unfortunately, the ground was too frozen by that time for me to bury her. I moved her body back by the woods, thinking that the pigs and chickens could take care of the body. I didn’t know what else to do with it!
Sad as the whole thing was, when I told Sweet Baby about it, she paused for a few seconds and then screamed “Zombie pigs!” So we were gifted with a running joke.
Now to the new growth. Unfortunately, it’s in my right breast. I already had two biopsies in my left breast 5 years ago that we’re found to be fibroadenomas — benign tumors that just grow and cause pain but don’t metastasize. I’m hoping that the new lump on the right is the same thing.
I don’t have insurance but I did find out about a program for uninsured women called the National Breast and Cervical Cancer Early Detection Program. The program will call an OBGYN exam, PAP smear, and the whole process with the breast specialist at least through the biopsy. I don’t know what happens after that if one still needs more services.
I should be getting the sign-up forms within the next 2 weeks and will have an appointment to see the breast specialist in February. The impression I got was that they didn’t have the available appointment times yet from the doctor.
I also tried to apply for Medicaid. Unfortunately, since The state I’m in did not opt to expand Medicaid coverage for adults, I didn’t get it. I tried to apply for Obamacare and guess what? I don’t make enough money to qualify for a rebate! Apparently, you have to make at least 100% of the federal poverty level in order to qualify for the payment rebate. Since I make less than that right now (which I’m trying to change!), no rebate for me. And since I don’t happen to have $200-$300, plus copay expenses, sitting around, no insurance for me yet. My employer does not offer insurance and none of the grunts are allowed to even come within spitting distance of full-time hours.
On the positive front, I have an appointment today to meet with the local federal Obamacare navigator (not a volunteer). Maybe he’ll be able to give me some good news.