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.
And do.
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5 comments:
Oh, dear. I am so glad you're being surrounded by angels. And I'm thrilled that you see them for what they are. I hope your surgery proves to be a break from caring for and you get to be cared for instead. I hope that the months of iPad solitaire and cuddling with Flicka have stored up reserves of energy as you go through these difficulties, but it sounds like your eyes are firmly resting on the gratitude side of things.
Love.
I don't know whether to feel utterly exhausted reading this post or relief. I guess a bit of both, with lots of hope that angels continue to sustain you, and that you heal quickly from that cataract surgery. We're here, at your internet back, for everything else!
You are going to be just fine and ever better after the cataract surgery -- eye surgeries have progressed enormously in the last few decades! I just had LASIK done and now can see 20/20. It was painless and post op was easy. It will be much the same for you. Wrote if u can to me xxxxoooo
Love.
This is why you needed the chair and ipad time! I hope it charged you up a little to do all you're doing now.
:) oxox
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