My sister was transported in the wee hours of the morning to a facility an hour and a half away from her home. At least she didn’t have to wait days for it.
I’ll have to drive my elderly parents there to visit on Saturday during the one hour all day that the facility allows visitors. She’ll probably be there about a week before an insurance company makes the medical decision that she should go home. She will most likely not be ready.
I hope that I make it as a writer so I can help take care of her in the coming years as funding for Medicare and Medicaid is cut down more and more. It’s scary to think about. It’s enough to think about how my brother and I are going to have time and energy, or be available to help her when our parents are gone. Hopefully, the services she will need to rely on will still be there. We simply can’t do it all while working full time (with overtime).
I hate to be so negative, but a guy’s gotta vent sometimes. There are good things that come along and make it bearable, and she does have a caseworker who has been helping her to be more independent in the last couple years that she’s had her own place.
I know that I must have faith in God to provide, and I do, but I also believe that God works through His people. We must fight to make things better for all, while we do what we can for our own loved ones.