Thursday, May 31, 2012
Right Between the Eyes
So, it's been quite a couple of weeks. Isn't it "funny" how the more you have to report, the less time you have to report it, and vice-versa? So, I went overnight from the girl with the over-sized chair, iPad and Netflix, to the girl in the midst of dealing with transitions on all fronts, and the harsh realities of them. Elderly parents and their rapidly changing needs. Graduating child and her changing needs. Planning for a special needs child to be a special needs adult. And in my free time, I've been preparing for my own cataract surgery, because nothing says Break from All the Hell like a good surgery.
Just this week I've taken reams and reams of paper and sat down with a brand new developmental pediatrician, and a county case worker, and gone through Rojo's history, from the beginning. Let me just say that one more time for giggles: from. the. beginning. I've had meetings about transitional services, I've learned new acronyms: PA, ID, PLEP, ILP, ISP, VR, DDS, SSI.
It's been brutal.
And it's been beautiful.
I've spent more time with my in-laws in the last 2 weeks than ever before. Daily, and sometimes all-day. I've been a first-hand witness to what a good 60-year marriage looks like - how two people that are more concerned for the other, than they are for themselves, is a testimony to all that's right with the world.
And the angels. Oh, boy, don't let me forget to tell you about the angels. Angels disguised as doctors, nurses, CNAs, orderlies, case workers, social workers, workshop leaders, PTs, OTs, speech therapists, roommates and the roommate's family, on an on the list goes.
Through each difficult day the angels have appeared, one after another and sometimes all at once. Whole hosts of angels.
The reality of my life and what the next few years, at least, are going to look like, is hitting me right between the eyes, and that reality is that there are good people in the world that want to help.