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Friday, March 8, 2013
March 8, 2013
March 8, 2013
OMG the last 3 days have been emotionally exhausting! My Dad is in The Villages at Southern Hills. All I have to say is… appearances are deceiving. It is not about how a place looks it is about the care you get. The first day Dad was admitted he left St. Francis about 10:30 am. His feeding tube schedule is every 3 hours. I am guessing they fed him about 7:00 am. The Villages did not feed him till 6:00pm that night. He told me he was hungry and I did not leave till they fed him. The nurse told me they were going to give another feeding close to that one. Apparently not checking and assuming on her part and did not know Dad was suppose to be fed every 3 hours instead of 6. I knew my Dad was frustrated and did not want to be there. I called Montereau and they thought they might have a bed available by Monday. Today was the worst day of all. When I came into my Dads room I noticed his feet were covered up. (He does not like them covered because he cannot move his feet.) When I went to uncover them his legs were crossed and twisted up. He then proceeded to tell me one of the aids who had changed his bedding was mean to him and was turning him like he was a rag doll. Dad was mad and upset. I went to talk to the social worker and nursing director. When I got back my Dad had been crying and said he did not want the aid back in his room. He did not know her name and was so upset he could only tell me she had short brown hair. Now I was mad! Today has been a day of going back and forth between nursing director/social workers etc. And it appears Montereau does not have any beds. I then went to Senior Suites and they do not have a bed either. I considered sending him back to the hospital because I did not want at The Villages if he was being mistreated. You know when you tell them this they treat you like you making this up and this person would not be capable of this. In the end I had to settle with them moving my Dad to a different room and that the aid, Sheila would not be allowed to come near my Dad. This is the weekend and I have nowhere to take him to. He needs skilled nursing and rehab that I cannot provide him. I told the social worker we would take it a day at a time since I cannot do anything over the weekend. I took him to the Villages because I could not get him back in Montereau and the Villages were suppose to have a good therapy team. Thank you Mary for sitting with gramps while I did the bed chase.
OMG the last 3 days have been emotionally exhausting! My Dad is in The Villages at Southern Hills. All I have to say is… appearances are deceiving. It is not about how a place looks it is about the care you get. The first day Dad was admitted he left St. Francis about 10:30 am. His feeding tube schedule is every 3 hours. I am guessing they fed him about 7:00 am. The Villages did not feed him till 6:00pm that night. He told me he was hungry and I did not leave till they fed him. The nurse told me they were going to give another feeding close to that one. Apparently not checking and assuming on her part and did not know Dad was suppose to be fed every 3 hours instead of 6. I knew my Dad was frustrated and did not want to be there. I called Montereau and they thought they might have a bed available by Monday. Today was the worst day of all. When I came into my Dads room I noticed his feet were covered up. (He does not like them covered because he cannot move his feet.) When I went to uncover them his legs were crossed and twisted up. He then proceeded to tell me one of the aids who had changed his bedding was mean to him and was turning him like he was a rag doll. Dad was mad and upset. I went to talk to the social worker and nursing director. When I got back my Dad had been crying and said he did not want the aid back in his room. He did not know her name and was so upset he could only tell me she had short brown hair. Now I was mad! Today has been a day of going back and forth between nursing director/social workers etc. And it appears Montereau does not have any beds. I then went to Senior Suites and they do not have a bed either. I considered sending him back to the hospital because I did not want at The Villages if he was being mistreated. You know when you tell them this they treat you like you making this up and this person would not be capable of this. In the end I had to settle with them moving my Dad to a different room and that the aid, Sheila would not be allowed to come near my Dad. This is the weekend and I have nowhere to take him to. He needs skilled nursing and rehab that I cannot provide him. I told the social worker we would take it a day at a time since I cannot do anything over the weekend. I took him to the Villages because I could not get him back in Montereau and the Villages were suppose to have a good therapy team. Thank you Mary for sitting with gramps while I did the bed chase.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
March 5, 2013
Dad will be going to skilled nursing tomorrow at The Villages of Southern Hills. It is at 57th Lewis. Dad has had some really good nurses at St Francis this time. But one of his nurses was Awesome… her name was Hillary. I usually do not brag too much on just one but this one was so wonderful with Dad. I knew when she was his nurse that I did not have to worry I knew he was in the best of care. She went the extra mile. Dad has to be fed with a feeding tube so at this time he does not have the pleasure of eating like the rest of us. He would tell his nurses that he was getting tired of eating Vanilla Boost and he would like Chocolate. They would tell him they could not get it in chocolate. (I am sure they thought it did not matter… how could he taste it anyway. But he could taste it because he would sometime belch it and he would always make a face and say “Eww Vanilla” Anyway today when I walked in the room there was chocolate boost which Hillary had went through the dietician and ordered just for Dad. Not only that the Villages could not get his food for a couple days from their supplier and so Hillary got the doctor to order up enough for 2 days to send with him (chocolate as well) to the new place he is going. Hillary not only does her job flawlessly but she is compassionate and goes the extra mile to make a difference in the lives of others. A rarity in the medical field these days. It’s not just a job she really cares. Kudos Hillary… your tops in our books …don’t ever change! Your one of a kind!
Dad will be going to skilled nursing tomorrow at The Villages of Southern Hills. It is at 57th Lewis. Dad has had some really good nurses at St Francis this time. But one of his nurses was Awesome… her name was Hillary. I usually do not brag too much on just one but this one was so wonderful with Dad. I knew when she was his nurse that I did not have to worry I knew he was in the best of care. She went the extra mile. Dad has to be fed with a feeding tube so at this time he does not have the pleasure of eating like the rest of us. He would tell his nurses that he was getting tired of eating Vanilla Boost and he would like Chocolate. They would tell him they could not get it in chocolate. (I am sure they thought it did not matter… how could he taste it anyway. But he could taste it because he would sometime belch it and he would always make a face and say “Eww Vanilla” Anyway today when I walked in the room there was chocolate boost which Hillary had went through the dietician and ordered just for Dad. Not only that the Villages could not get his food for a couple days from their supplier and so Hillary got the doctor to order up enough for 2 days to send with him (chocolate as well) to the new place he is going. Hillary not only does her job flawlessly but she is compassionate and goes the extra mile to make a difference in the lives of others. A rarity in the medical field these days. It’s not just a job she really cares. Kudos Hillary… your tops in our books …don’t ever change! Your one of a kind!
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
A crazy day that is ALMOST funny ...NOT!
Today started out with a simple task (or so we thought) of getting my name put on my Dad's bank account so we would not run into any problems if something should happen to him.
When we went to the bank part of the way though the process the bank agent told us she needed to see an ID for Dad. After my Dad had the stroke his drivers license eventually expired and we did not think anything about it since he was not able to drive. I told her we had planned to get a state ID but could she use his expired license to get things done now. She was adamant that no she could not do anything unless he had a valid photo ID and it could not be expired. So we realized that to do things we were going to get him a state ID first.
We were off to the tag agency to do that but when we got there we were told that we would have to go to the office in Broken Arrow first (it was a 2 step process) then once we were cleared from them we could go to the tag agency to get the actual ID.
Once at the Broken Arrow drivers licence office if went rather smoothly (since I had told my Dad to bring his birth certificate just in case) and the place was almost empty. The only problem was with Dad sitting in a wheel chair he could not reach the finger print machine so they had to over ride that. Before leaving I asked them where the nearest tag agency was from them and we were off to find them.
At the tag agency we got inside and was asked by a counter full of ladies if they could help us and when they found out we needed a state ID we were pointed to a long line of teenagers down a narrow hallway that I was not sure how I was going to get the wheel chair down. The teens were pointing to the end of the line making sure we did not cut in front of them. We waited about 5 minutes until a man came in and butted in front of the line and I blew up and said we would go to another tag agency.
We ended up going to the first tag agency and got the state ID without any real problems. One thing I noticed was at every place we went only one place someone offered to open or hold the door for us.
By this time it was pushing 4:00 pm when the inside lobby of the bank closes. We went to a different location since the first bank agent we dealt with seemed like she was not too willing to help us. We arrived at this new bank about 3:58 pm , when we got inside they pretty much locked the doors behind us. That was close. This was the first location we had been to that had handicap doors that opened. We did what needed to be done and the bank agent at this bank was very helpful. Wow what a difference! She never even asked for an ID from my Dad she asked for mine. When we told her about the first bank she shook her head and said that they would have looked at his expired license to see that it was him and then compared his signature on the bank files. OMG!!! We had just wasted 3 hours. Although we still would have had to do the state ID if we had come to this bank first it would have saved us a lot of stress.
I had not eaten anything this morning so by this time I had no patience and was close to having a psycho moment myself so I took my Dad to our house and fed him. Then I went and got Dads groceries and took him home.
I counted by the time I had picked Dad up till the time I took him home I had taken the wheel chair in and out of the truck 15 times in the span of 7 hours. No wonder I am exhausted and I think I wore my Dad out too. He has therapy tomorrow so he will feel like he got a work out 2 days in a row.
By this time it was pushing 4:00 pm when the inside lobby of the bank closes. We went to a different location since the first bank agent we dealt with seemed like she was not too willing to help us. We arrived at this new bank about 3:58 pm , when we got inside they pretty much locked the doors behind us. That was close. This was the first location we had been to that had handicap doors that opened. We did what needed to be done and the bank agent at this bank was very helpful. Wow what a difference! She never even asked for an ID from my Dad she asked for mine. When we told her about the first bank she shook her head and said that they would have looked at his expired license to see that it was him and then compared his signature on the bank files. OMG!!! We had just wasted 3 hours. Although we still would have had to do the state ID if we had come to this bank first it would have saved us a lot of stress.
I had not eaten anything this morning so by this time I had no patience and was close to having a psycho moment myself so I took my Dad to our house and fed him. Then I went and got Dads groceries and took him home.
I counted by the time I had picked Dad up till the time I took him home I had taken the wheel chair in and out of the truck 15 times in the span of 7 hours. No wonder I am exhausted and I think I wore my Dad out too. He has therapy tomorrow so he will feel like he got a work out 2 days in a row.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Rehearsal
Tonight was Kari's graduation rehearsal. It was also the first time I have been out around people and I made myself sick from stressing out from if people would ask questions etc... And they didn't really but couldn't stop myself from stressing about it. I have not really went anywhere unless I had to since my Mom died. The only people I have been around is my immediate family. So I took a hot tub bath and alka-seltzer and it helped some.
I can not sleep tonight. When I lay my head down all it all rushes in on me.
I had made my Mom a religious CD to play non stop in her room. This music was played non stop 24/7. I had a copy of it too and when I would drive daily to visit her I would play one song over and over again. I think if you looked at the bottom of the CD you would find it had grooves in it from playing it over over so many times. That song was Glorious Day by Casting Crowns. When I would hear that song sometimes I would cry out to God for that glorious day to take me away from all the pain. I think it is human to wonder why something has to be the way it is. My Mom was in this condition for the last 5 years and you can't help but ask why it was so long and was she in pain and suffering. I do not know the answers to all these questions but I know God knows and there must be a reason for everything. An answer I may never know until I get to heaven. Maybe it was to prepare me for her to go home. I hope it was not for that reason. I did not want to let go or give up. But it had reached a point till I could not bear to see my Mom go through any more. I was the one who seen her everyday... I loved her and wanted mercy for her. That morning on April 24th when they called me that they had called EMSA and on my drive there that was my prayer for her that if she was not to be healed to have mercy and do whatever was best for her. I had not grown tired or given up but Mom was tired.
I had made my Mom a religious CD to play non stop in her room. This music was played non stop 24/7. I had a copy of it too and when I would drive daily to visit her I would play one song over and over again. I think if you looked at the bottom of the CD you would find it had grooves in it from playing it over over so many times. That song was Glorious Day by Casting Crowns. When I would hear that song sometimes I would cry out to God for that glorious day to take me away from all the pain. I think it is human to wonder why something has to be the way it is. My Mom was in this condition for the last 5 years and you can't help but ask why it was so long and was she in pain and suffering. I do not know the answers to all these questions but I know God knows and there must be a reason for everything. An answer I may never know until I get to heaven. Maybe it was to prepare me for her to go home. I hope it was not for that reason. I did not want to let go or give up. But it had reached a point till I could not bear to see my Mom go through any more. I was the one who seen her everyday... I loved her and wanted mercy for her. That morning on April 24th when they called me that they had called EMSA and on my drive there that was my prayer for her that if she was not to be healed to have mercy and do whatever was best for her. I had not grown tired or given up but Mom was tired.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Trouble focusing
I know this blog does not get read so this is my therapy for today by trying to focus by putting my thoughts down in this post. It may not make sense but it is an attempt to try and get my thoughts out.
It is difficult to focus on anything. Just getting out of bed and starting the day seems daunting some days. Sometimes I am not sure where the time goes when all I had to do was get in the shower and get dressed.
Sometimes I cry at the drop of the hat. I can not complete a train of thought. Ken was frustrated at me at first because I would start to tell him something and never finish it. In my mind I had finished it but the words simply never came out. I also do things without having any memory of it. Like when they found something from the fridge in the cupboard etc...Ken told me he thought I was having post traumatic stress due to the fact of how I witnessed my Mother's death.
I just feel confused and can not focus on what needs to be done.
Right now I am trying to focus on one thing at a time. Our youngest graduates from high school this weekend and I can not focus on anything but that for right now. I am overwhelmed when I try to do more than one thing at a time.
I know God will help me get through this but for now it is one day, one task at a time.
It is difficult to focus on anything. Just getting out of bed and starting the day seems daunting some days. Sometimes I am not sure where the time goes when all I had to do was get in the shower and get dressed.
Sometimes I cry at the drop of the hat. I can not complete a train of thought. Ken was frustrated at me at first because I would start to tell him something and never finish it. In my mind I had finished it but the words simply never came out. I also do things without having any memory of it. Like when they found something from the fridge in the cupboard etc...Ken told me he thought I was having post traumatic stress due to the fact of how I witnessed my Mother's death.
I just feel confused and can not focus on what needs to be done.
Right now I am trying to focus on one thing at a time. Our youngest graduates from high school this weekend and I can not focus on anything but that for right now. I am overwhelmed when I try to do more than one thing at a time.
I know God will help me get through this but for now it is one day, one task at a time.
Friday, September 17, 2010
A new day...
For this is the day that the Lord hath made and I will be glad in it.
I know God has blessings in store for me and my family because I put my trust in him alone. Sometimes we waste so much time on what is happening around us we fail to see God's blessings. I thank God for all that he is doing in my life. I will rejoice.
So many distractions... I look to you Father for direction today and praise you for all that you are doing behind the scenes of my life.
Are you a person that tries to fix everything yourself? I am and it is a hard habit to break. It comes at a cost. For years I have done this and it has taken its toll on me emotionally and physically. God says to cast All our care on him. I break this chain today Lord. All I am or what I am to be is in your hands. You are my savior and my rock!
I know God has blessings in store for me and my family because I put my trust in him alone. Sometimes we waste so much time on what is happening around us we fail to see God's blessings. I thank God for all that he is doing in my life. I will rejoice.
So many distractions... I look to you Father for direction today and praise you for all that you are doing behind the scenes of my life.
Are you a person that tries to fix everything yourself? I am and it is a hard habit to break. It comes at a cost. For years I have done this and it has taken its toll on me emotionally and physically. God says to cast All our care on him. I break this chain today Lord. All I am or what I am to be is in your hands. You are my savior and my rock!
Thursday, September 16, 2010
I will laugh
Sometimes the devil will throw so much at you that you feel there is no more joy in your life. This is where I have been the last few years. You have the victory so you have to stand in faith and smile or laugh that you know the devil does not have control. He does not have authority over us ... only if you let him.
John 10:10 The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly. If we are not careful we only see the problems we are facing and we do not see with God's eyes. We do not see that he has already answered our prayer and he is at work to manifest it to us. One of our pastors spoke a wonderful sermon that was looking at ourselves and others through the eyes of God. We would see things so differently. We must ask God to let us see others through his eyes.
The joy of the Lord is my strength!
Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. Psalm 37:4
John 10:10 The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly. If we are not careful we only see the problems we are facing and we do not see with God's eyes. We do not see that he has already answered our prayer and he is at work to manifest it to us. One of our pastors spoke a wonderful sermon that was looking at ourselves and others through the eyes of God. We would see things so differently. We must ask God to let us see others through his eyes.
The joy of the Lord is my strength!
Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. Psalm 37:4
Friday, September 10, 2010
Jesus To The Rescue...
Today was one of those days where it starts out ok and then one thing tops it over and it is a land slide.
First of all Ken let me sleep in and he took Kari to school today. What a sweetie! Then at 10:30 my phone alarm woke me up to go pick her up at the bus stop. Up till now everything is pretty much normal. It was after I dropped Kari home and decided to go fill up the truck with CNG.
As I was driving home I noticed police lights on behind me and a policeman pulled me over. My first question after greeting the policeman was "What did I do?" He told me a I had an expired tag. I got a ticket for $109.00 The day just went down hill after that.
As the day continued with calls from my Mom's doctor, then playing phone tag with Advantage on trying to set up some help for my parents and brother. I finally got through just before 5:00 pm. Most of this was done in route to getting groceries for my parents house. Then it was off to meeting Ken at the tag agency so I he could put a new sticker tag on the truck before I went to my parents house to relieve my brother.
As I was traveling to my parents house I told the devil he was not getting the best of me no matter how much mud he was going to sling today. Satan ...In the name of Jesus flee! God is on watch here and he had to go. Praise God for the victory in Jesus name!
Word of praise... Thank you God for the progress my Dad is making in moving his left arm and walking with a cane. Glory to the God!!!
First of all Ken let me sleep in and he took Kari to school today. What a sweetie! Then at 10:30 my phone alarm woke me up to go pick her up at the bus stop. Up till now everything is pretty much normal. It was after I dropped Kari home and decided to go fill up the truck with CNG.
As I was driving home I noticed police lights on behind me and a policeman pulled me over. My first question after greeting the policeman was "What did I do?" He told me a I had an expired tag. I got a ticket for $109.00 The day just went down hill after that.
As the day continued with calls from my Mom's doctor, then playing phone tag with Advantage on trying to set up some help for my parents and brother. I finally got through just before 5:00 pm. Most of this was done in route to getting groceries for my parents house. Then it was off to meeting Ken at the tag agency so I he could put a new sticker tag on the truck before I went to my parents house to relieve my brother.
As I was traveling to my parents house I told the devil he was not getting the best of me no matter how much mud he was going to sling today. Satan ...In the name of Jesus flee! God is on watch here and he had to go. Praise God for the victory in Jesus name!
Word of praise... Thank you God for the progress my Dad is making in moving his left arm and walking with a cane. Glory to the God!!!
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Praising God
Praising God for a day without stress! I owe it ALL to Him! Thank you Father for loving me so much. I love you!
September 4, 2010
My stomach feels like a knife is being twisted in it. I feel sick ...I am having continuous nose bleeds and I can not rest. I realize I can not keep up this pace much longer.
After saying this I know this is not what God has for me. My allowing the devil to torment me is not showing faith.
I know God heard my prayers. He has answered. Now I put my trust in Him to manifest the answer. In the name of Jesus I command Satan to flee!!!!!
I pray for mercy and blessings. I know our God is a merciful God! I believe God's blessings are on my family. Satan has no authority here or in my parents home. In Jesus name! Amen!
After saying this I know this is not what God has for me. My allowing the devil to torment me is not showing faith.
I know God heard my prayers. He has answered. Now I put my trust in Him to manifest the answer. In the name of Jesus I command Satan to flee!!!!!
I pray for mercy and blessings. I know our God is a merciful God! I believe God's blessings are on my family. Satan has no authority here or in my parents home. In Jesus name! Amen!
Friday, September 3, 2010
September 3, 2010
I have been running around all morning. It is hard to sleep when there is so much to do. So I figured I might as well get things done. I am sure this is going to catch up with me sooner or later.
I went to the hospital to make sure things were going the way they were suppose to. Making sure the Ostomy nurses had checked out the things needed for Mom to go home so there would not be issues for my brother to deal with over the weekend and if something did come up what to do.
I called Moms PCP to find out a new breathing treatment that was given by the hospital would not conflict with her current one. I kept calling back to remind them but they were busy. Its a Friday and a holiday weekend at that.
I talked to the hospital liaison before leaving. Next was to go to my parents house to set things up for assistance with Advantage. While I was on the road there I got a call from my brother. He was mad and said to send Mom to a home he was not going to do this. I tried to get him to talk to me but he is not good at doing that. I asked him if we could talk when I got there because I was on my way there.
Once I got there he was argumentative. Not sure why he is so wishy washy but I am at my wits end. Talking to him seems pointless... I am trying to keep my cool and not go off on him but it is not easy. I have talked to him on the phone at least 3 times today and nothing said but when is Mom coming home. Now all of a sudden he is like this. By the time I left we had decided to bring her home. At least for now. I asked him to give me a couple weeks and he would see that he is going to have some relief. Not sure I can even trust him for that. But I have to give this a try for my Mother's sake.
I got on the phone with Advantage and did an over the phone application for help. The girl I talked to was going to put a priority on it to expedite it. They should be calling us the first of the week I would hope. Hopefully we will get some help.
My brother has not said it but I think he thinks I should be there half of the time. He lives there and does not have a family, does not work so he does not understand my family responsibilities. I am running on empty most of the time but he would never understand that. My Dad understands and I know my Mom knows I am there for her. But most importantly I know God knows I am doing my best and that is what counts.
I went to the hospital to make sure things were going the way they were suppose to. Making sure the Ostomy nurses had checked out the things needed for Mom to go home so there would not be issues for my brother to deal with over the weekend and if something did come up what to do.
I called Moms PCP to find out a new breathing treatment that was given by the hospital would not conflict with her current one. I kept calling back to remind them but they were busy. Its a Friday and a holiday weekend at that.
I talked to the hospital liaison before leaving. Next was to go to my parents house to set things up for assistance with Advantage. While I was on the road there I got a call from my brother. He was mad and said to send Mom to a home he was not going to do this. I tried to get him to talk to me but he is not good at doing that. I asked him if we could talk when I got there because I was on my way there.
Once I got there he was argumentative. Not sure why he is so wishy washy but I am at my wits end. Talking to him seems pointless... I am trying to keep my cool and not go off on him but it is not easy. I have talked to him on the phone at least 3 times today and nothing said but when is Mom coming home. Now all of a sudden he is like this. By the time I left we had decided to bring her home. At least for now. I asked him to give me a couple weeks and he would see that he is going to have some relief. Not sure I can even trust him for that. But I have to give this a try for my Mother's sake.
I got on the phone with Advantage and did an over the phone application for help. The girl I talked to was going to put a priority on it to expedite it. They should be calling us the first of the week I would hope. Hopefully we will get some help.
My brother has not said it but I think he thinks I should be there half of the time. He lives there and does not have a family, does not work so he does not understand my family responsibilities. I am running on empty most of the time but he would never understand that. My Dad understands and I know my Mom knows I am there for her. But most importantly I know God knows I am doing my best and that is what counts.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
September 2, 2010
I am so exhausted. I could not sleep last night thinking about my Mom. I know God is in control and I am leaving it there. I am not stressing, but just all this milling over in my head when I tired to sleep made it impossible. When I finally fell asleep it wasn't long before I heard my phone alarm going off to get Kari at school.
Then I realized all the things that needed to be done so I opted to just go get them done.
I went to the hospital and talked to the case worker Marilyn. She has been so nice and helpful in all this. She was actually glad to hear we wanted Mom to come back home. And nothing brought up like St. Francis Home Health Care said about she would not be able to come home. Marilyn is working with us to make that happen tomorrow. Thank you Jesus! The Saint Francis Home Health care system refused to provide care(which we knew they were probably going to do) So now Marilyn is working on getting a new home health care provider. Hopefully this will keep us on track for getting Mom home tomorrow. But the good news is she is coming home not to a nursing home. :) God is good!
Then I realized all the things that needed to be done so I opted to just go get them done.
I went to the hospital and talked to the case worker Marilyn. She has been so nice and helpful in all this. She was actually glad to hear we wanted Mom to come back home. And nothing brought up like St. Francis Home Health Care said about she would not be able to come home. Marilyn is working with us to make that happen tomorrow. Thank you Jesus! The Saint Francis Home Health care system refused to provide care(which we knew they were probably going to do) So now Marilyn is working on getting a new home health care provider. Hopefully this will keep us on track for getting Mom home tomorrow. But the good news is she is coming home not to a nursing home. :) God is good!
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