Collections

What do you think of when you hear that word?

Some deadbeat without a job who runs up bills they know they can't pay? Or won't pay?

Well instead you could think of me and millions of people like me, who get cancer, go through treatments, feel like hell, maybe get better and maybe not and all the while keep binders full of bills and do their best.

And not only do their best but actually DO pay their bills; maybe slowly, but every month they dutifully give their money to the people who provided their health care.

And what do they get in return?

They get harrassing phone calls and letters on an almost-daily basis from collection agencies and their lovely employees because someone, somewhere at the behemoth organizations (such as HOSPITALS but I'm not pointing fingers here) made a "mistake" and sent a bill that is being paid ON TIME EVERY SINGLE MONTH, as agreed between said HOSPITAL and PATIENT to collections!

And said PATIENT becomes rather IMPATIENT at making yet another call to verify that YES it was a mistake and yes we are "taking care of it" (Hello BS) and gets the pleasure of calling back the collection agency again to have them tell her that they can't do anything about it, it's in collections and I need to pay them now.

(I couldn't sustain the 3rd person perspective any longer).

They are so ridiculous, I swear. My phone rings, I answer it and I get a computer voice telling me "Jessica. Nichols. Has. An. Important. Personal. Business. Matter. To. Discuss. Please. Call. Blah Blah Blah with Reference Number Blah Blah Blah" and then they hang up on me! So I call their blah blah blah number and go through voice mail hell to get to live human hell.

And around and around the crazy carousel I go.

I am now seven years, one month and one week into this world and cancer sucks in so many more ways than one.