A blog concerning the life of an extremely disabled child, his father and the poetry of that life
March 06, 2011
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The social worker, who represents the chronic care provider came and listened attentively as I blathered on about suction, bronchiectasis, seizures, bath routine and all, amounting to about an inch and a half of the whole nine yards of taking care of Segev. The caregiver whom i expected to meet as well, "had a change of heart" and did not bother to show. I wasn't the least bit upset since realistically now that I've opened my mind to this idea of help I know that there may well be a parade of individuals coming and going in future.
I will always have to be there with Segev anyway. It's a start, we'll get there eventually...
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That photo is perfect for your words -- just perfect.
ReplyDeleteIt's so much better, if someone's not going to show up (on any level) that they do it before you've put time and energy into working with them.
ReplyDeleteThe photo is beautiful, I agree, I'd rather they didn't turn up then muck you about. Hope you find some nice people soon, Mel x
ReplyDeleteTomorrow candidate no. 2
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