Tuesday

Got a call from a case worker this morning to schedule "family training" (I only hope they don't hit us with a newspaper and rub our nose in it). I guess it is their way of saying, ready or not pack your bags, medi-don't-care has run out. So I guess we will allow somebody do their assignment and listen to them regurgitate a script enlightening us in the art of common sense and educating us on what they wish Dad could do if they only had more money, I mean time to work with him.

I would normally apologize for my sarcasm, but since I've yet to be derisive or contemptuous but instead only sardonic, and since it is not one of the seven deadly's and I am not sorry, I won't.

I finally got to meet the PT and OT. I now know why, as strenuous as they are, Dad looks forward to the therapy sessions. Their enthusiasm and optimism is infectious. They promised that they were literally going to the mat in these final days to make as much progress as possible for Dad. 

We are thankful for all the caregivers, especially those who see a person instead of a task.

I went to see Dad this evening and we chated and had a few laughs. I heated up the room for him and apologized to Bob,  his roommate. He is bearing it and trying to grin. I hope to get to know him better tomorrow. 

We included Bob in our prayer together tonight and ask that you do the same.

God is good!