While June has been very hot and there has been a marked lack of precipitation, around my house I am living under the old adage, "When it rains, it pours."
Without going into a great deal of detail, suffice to say that the last month has been very stressful.
My sweet, elderly father's mild dementia has started taking its toll, and my sisters and I are scrambling to find ways and benefits to make sure he can come back home from the short-term rehabilitation center, where it is familiar and "his." Medicare, Medicaid, private insurance, home-health care, 24-hour care, costs, Veterans Benefits, safety, and security, all have become email discussion topics amongst us in our frequent "reply-all" updates. We are finding, however, that these things move incredibly slow, and we are getting our lessons in patience. Everything seems to be on track - for now as we seem to be in the "hurry up and wait" mode...
Second, (and I would rather not get into any explanations) serious life-changing choices and the subsequent fall-out has been catching up with my grown son. Even though I love him with all of my heart, I also know it is his life to live, and learn from...
Add to that a collections subpoena for a shared insurance debt from 2009 of my husband and his ex-wife. A debt that my husband paid his share for (plus additional monies to her for) and a debt his ex-wife ... did not. The debt has been paid by my husband and a reimbursement agreement is pending...
On June 12, I also had to say good-bye to the German exchange student for whom I was the local coordinator for. It is still incredibly hard to believe that it has already been ten months since that shy, young girl stepped onto U.S. soil and became a part of my host family's home. What a wonderful, beautiful young woman left to fly back home. And what an amazing year it has been learning from her!
It is true, I am a born fretter.
Thank goodness for my "therapy" where I can keep my mind and my hands busy.
Come on July!
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1 comment:
Oh, so sorry to hear of your trials. Your son does have his own life to live and I've had that very lesson myself this year! Hugs to you and hopefully Little Viv, will be continuing her journey soon. I just have to finish updating her journal.x
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