In my nearly two-decade journey with Huntington’s disease, I hid my at-risk status not just from nearly all but my closest confidantes, but also from my health plan. My warily guarded secret exemplifies the deep-seated fears many in the HD community have about denial or loss of insurance coverage. I regularly read or hear about untested at-risk individuals or gene carriers who worry about this issue. To protect myself from losing coverage in the event of a job change or another of life’s unforeseen challenges, I instead have relied all these years on the Huntington’s disease clinic at the University of California, San Diego (UCSD) hospital. There I have paid out of my own pocket for consultations and established a medical record completely separate from all my other health records. As a university professor, I have enjoyed the benefits of group coverage, from which it is at least theoretically more difficult to exclude people who have genetic and/or pre-existing conditions. Nevertheless, I have always erred on the side of absolute security, never knowing what life might bring, especially in the period before I obtained tenure and therefore had some but not total job security. Over the past two months, however, I have initiated the process of informing my health maintenance organization (HMO) that I carry the mutation for HD. “This is all so ironic!” I said the other day to my wife Regina, the very first person I had told about HD after learning the day after Christmas 1995 of my mother’s diagnosis and my own risk for inheriting the mutation. “I’m now doing what I’ve avoided all these years.” Fearing exclusion, I had not resorted to the very system supposedly designed to help me. Feeling liberated – again Once again – as I did in definitively exiting the terrible and lonely “HD closet” on November 4 of last year – I feel liberated. I began to apprise my HMO of HD on August 9 with a visit to my primary care doctor, who has treated me for about six years and with whom I have developed a comfortable and cordial relationship. I had made the appointment to address a benign skin problem and other minor issues. Finally, at the end of my list of concerns, I came to the most important item. I had rehearsed the scenario in my mind many times. I decided to go right to the point. Almost matter-of-factly, yet with the feeling of a huge wall coming down from around me, I told him that my mother had died of Huntington’s disease and that I had tested positive. The doctor maintained his usual professional calm. At first, I couldn’t tell whether HD represented for him just another item on my list or something really significant. From the ensuing conversation, I was reassured to learn that he clearly knew about Huntington’s disease. He also knew the work of the UCSD HD clinic. In fact, he had previously worked several years in another sector at UCSD.
Source: At Risk for Huntington’s Disease