The purpose of this post is to catch you up on the continuing saga of weirdness which has been an unreal adventure to me. Last I spoke with you I related that my mother had had an accident and fell, was in the hospital a few days, released. A nurse from the Managed Long Term Care was sent to observe and complete a report; this was done. My feeling was that this was finally a turning point, that the accident and hospitalization would surely change the tide.

I submitted a request to the case manager to review my mother’s need for care. The doctor had submitted a report for Ensure and more hours. The case manager wrote to me and gave me the first verdict: the Ensure would continue. Later in the day another email popped up in my inbox: the extra hours I requested were not deemed necessary as there wasn’t much change.

Maybe, if my mother had broken a bone, things would have been different. But, as I have said many times, nothing makes sense.

No sense is the new sense.

We are left in the same puzzle box trying to fight our way out, to figure out the finances, to juggle hours, removing some and shifting others to create an illusion that coverage is extended. In the end, Medicaid gets to keep their hour and an aide loses an hour and my mother loses safety. Just the way it is.

I am shocked and yet I am not surprised. I am used to it, hardened. This is how it goes: wear people down enough and they might just disappear, just might stop asking. Just might give up and go away.

This series starts here:
Part 1: And The Band Played On … a mother’s life, a daughter’s journey

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