We were higher than the Lunar moon probe, higher than a druggie on alcohol and heroin, higher than a window washer at the Empire State Building on the top floor when it all came crashing down.
My daughter Ellen was being considered for her going home from Medford Multicare Center due to her progress. A meeting scheduled for both the Center and her organization where she resides. It has been February with all the issues she faces that she has not been home. The meeting is scheduled for this Tuesday.
There was just one thing left to find out about, the source of her pain. I asked for an MRI to see if we could find the source and alleviate her distress. It took almost two weeks to get the results, she still has an infection from an open wound that is healing slowly but will need 6 to 8 weeks of intravenously to treat her with antibiotics! Her home won’t take her back under those conditions.
Speaking with the doctors they can’t guarantee that the attempt to cure will even work, it might not be plausible or realistic to expect that kind of miracle.
So, once again we are on the tantalizing brink of joy, only to be pulled back to face a deep abyss. When does my daughter’s suffering end?
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