August 9, 2011

Apparently It Was Just Not Meant To Be

Well, I got another door closed in my face today. I found out from the VA social worker that if I want to move Daron to Laurels of Kent in Lowell, I have to give up Rehab/PT for him. Apparently the VA contract will only cover 14 days worth of Rehab/PT. Daron cannot afford to be sedentary for the rest of his life without some form of PT. So my only options are the Community Living Center (CLC) connected to the Battle Creek VA Medical Center or the Grand Rapids Home for Veterans. The GR Home for Vets is closed to admissions for 3 months - doesn't matter if he moves from the medical center or not, they can't move people around at all right now. So, right now I am left with the CLC.

I might be able to move Daron to the GR Home for Vets in 3 months, but it all depends on his dementia between now & then. I don't want to move him once he has become acclimated to the CLC, developed a routine & made it home......only to pull him out of that in 3 months & place him elsewhere. If his dementia is progressing faster then expected, it will be to confusing for him to move from one place to another in that short amount of time.

I am learning everyday that I have to leave things to the Lord each morning. He has to be in charge of my days, not me. I think this is why I had such a hard time sleeping last night. I had a feeling that something wasn't right. Instead of praying about it (which I should have done), I tried to force the thought from my head. That only led to tossing, turning & 2.5 hours of sleep total. Now I will remember that when these thoughts come into my head, I need to hand them directly to my wonderful Father in heave & let Him handle them. There truly isn't anything in my life that He can't handle. He knows what I am going to deal with each day & only He can give me the strength & peace to deal with them.

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