This past week we decided to stay home in the mornings to make sure mom went to clubhouse, in good shape. Monday was fine. Tuesday, fine. Wed, fine. Thursday...not so much.
I had a big meeting so hubby stayed home with her and took care of the um, troubles. I told him, why do you get her a doctors appointment this afternoon, I will come home, let you go to work and take her in. We'll get her cough checked out and I will see about the paperwork that Medicaid needs for long term care. Long term care doesnt mean placement...it can, but it doesnt have to be. So, he did.
I took her to the doctor that afternoon. Well nurse prac actually, but she is soo kind, and so gentle. I really am loving her. She checked mom out, listened to her lungs again, and then I told her about the paperwork. She said of course. Sat down with us (its a HUGE packet!) and went over it all with me and mom. She's so sweet. We were answering some of the questions, its tough me to admit how bad it really is.
She said, you know she shouldn't be alone, ever right? I said yes, but what am I supposed to do? We can't afford in home help, I cant not work (then where will we live?) and thats the point of this application, to get either an in home waiver or "something else" is what I said. She patted me on the hand and said, I know... and I HATE this disease. I HATE not being able to DO anything. I said, well join the club, and we had that tittery laughter, you know where its laugh or cry? So now I need to get back with mom's medicaid caseworker. Everything seems to take forever, but I know its God's timing.
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