On Thursday afternoon I walked off of an airplane and stepped onto a roller coaster of uncertainty. I was ill prepared to deal with the level of politics and bureaucracy that was facing my sister and I.
Mom had been proclaimed well enough for discharge by her cardiologist, there were no acceptable long term care beds available, the social worker at our facility of choice was not cooperating, and medicare said she must leave the sanctity of the hospital. I'll not bore you with the details of Friday. There are far too many and the story is as convoluted as a Grissom novel with colorful characters and almost as much political innuendo as the recent presidential election. I will tell you that late that morning the rain stopped and the sun began to peek through the clouds. Through the tireless efforts of her family physician, and some persistence on our part, we received approval to transfer her to the transitional care unit at the hospital, a temporary stay of execution until a bed opens up elsewhere. We have been told that she will most likely be moved into a quality facility by the end of the week.
The knot has left my stomach but there will be no celebrating just yet. Too much has happened in too short a time to convince me that this is over. I have however purchased champagne and placed it on ice. It never hurts to be prepared.
Thanks to all who have lifted us in prayer this week. It was comforting to know we were wrapped in your love and support. And a big thank you to Dr. K. We would not have gotten to this point without her tenacity and her heart.