Going to the hospital, was a different story. Completely different. And when we left the hospital, after the holidays that year, we'd be sent home with a walker. A traditional walker. My Dad would not have anything to do with it. And it would sit in our washroom, for nearly 2 1/2 years. Unused.
We didn't really need it. Not at the time. My Dad, was doing OK. And I mean, OK. He wasn't doing great. There were real life struggles. Every single day. He struggled to walk, some days. His knee, bothered him a lot. He lost his balance, from time to time. But he was doing OK.
In May 2013, everything changed. As soon as the school year would end, my Dad's health would quickly fade. And it was my Mom and I, taking care of my Dad. Alone. Honestly, we thought he'd had a stroke. He just wasn't himself. And he could barely get around. Sitting up, at times, was a real struggle.
This would have been the time, I would have thanked Jesus, for some of that safety equipment. My cousin would bring us a transfer belt. But my Dad would cry, anytime he saw us bring it out. It didn't hurt him. He just didn't want us to use it. I think he saw it, as a sign of bad things...
So my Mom and I would struggle. And struggle we did. From the time my Dad would wake up in the morning. It would take the two of us, to get him out of bed. And our trusty old walker...finally got some use. One of us, would stand in front of it. Holding it steady. And the other, behind my Dad. And we'd "shuffle" our way around the house. To the bathroom, to the living room, sometimes outside.
The one thing I was grateful for, was my auntie had given us, some of my uncle's equipment. It had sat, unused in our home, for about 4 months. My uncle had past away, months before. And we had a wheelchair. It was a more compact version. They used it for traveling. And well, in our old home...the doorways are narrow. This worked perfectly! I could put my Dad, in the wheelchair, and get him...where he wanted to go.
On those tough days, we'd put my Dad in the wheelchair. Then use the transfer belt, to secure him. Because he couldn't even sit up. Some days were so tough. Honestly, it was a lot of carrying him around. Picking him up. Helping him, into the wheelchair. Then having to maneuver the wheelchair, over the steps in our home.
We also had one of those chairs, that goes over the toilet. But my Dad refused to use it. We did convince him, to use a shower chair. I'd help get my Dad into the shower. And my Mom would bathe him. Then I'd help them get out. And we'd get my Dad dressed.
My Dad would make an improvement, over that summer. When he had some blood transfusions, had been hospitalized, and was being watched over...by better doctors. But it was still tough. There were still days, when he'd fall. Fall from a sitting position. Or couldn't get out of bed. He'd fall on the ground. In the middle of the night. And it was pure strength and will, on my Mom and I's part. Sometimes, it would take an hour. To get him from a laying position, to sitting, eventually up to his wheelchair. And then another hour, to get him into bed.
Looking back, it wasn't a good idea. We were literally killing ourselves. I'm still struggling, with back issues now. For over 2 years, I would pick up my Dad. Lots of times, by myself. I really wish, I had had tools, in those early days...to make it easier.
After my Dad was hospitalized in March 2014, we got HomeCare. And PT came with that. They'd teach my Dad, how to help me. Especially, when he would fall onto the ground. They'd try, to help me, as much as possible.
At this point, my Dad was using his walker. Regularly. And we'd been trying, to get a four wheeled walker. I would purchase a better shower chair. We'd have a bar, in the bathroom. And PT, would evaluate our home. They'd let us know, what we needed.
My Dad was never OK, with having the "traditional bars," placed in our home. There was no permanent bars in the shower, or by the toilet. We could have used those. We also could have used, a removable shower head. Something that would have made bathing him, a lot easier.
It would take us, over 6 months, to be approved for that four wheeled walker. We'd NEVER be approved for a wheelchair. And it would take my Dad, falling out of bed...just weeks before his death, to get a hospital bed.
Was it tough? Yes! Did it take a long time? Yes! Was it mostly do to insurance approvals? YES! In fact, when we got the four wheeled walker...it was our doctors, "strong arming" the insurance company. They'd tell them, we'd remain in the hospital, until we got one. So the bill could be hundreds of dollars...or thousands. It was up to them. The next day, a brand new walker, was delivered to our hospital room.
The hospital bed...was a long story. It was recommended since January 2015. We did not receive it, until the second week of March 2015. After my Dad had a seizure, and rolled out of bed. Knocked unconscious. And sent back to the hospital. Again, our doctors would fight with our insurance company. Which ironically, was with the hospital. They'd keep my Dad, until the bed was delivered. Literally, one night they came to our home at 9PM. Set up the bed, gave me a phone number, in case we had problems. And left. I'd never hear from them again. But we'd bring my Dad home, at 10PM. That same night.
It's not that our insurance company was horrible. But there are a lot of claims out there. Our first walker was delivered quickly, because my Mom and I, called a federal health agency. We felt like my Dad, wasn't receiving the care he should. If you ever feel that way, do the same. In about a five year period, we'd call them three times. And they'd immediately help us. While we were in the hospital, or at home. In December 2010 I think our poor care, was partly because my Dad was hospitalized days before Christmas, to just after New Year's.
But once we reported them, things moved quickly. Tests were done. All the supplies we'd need, became available. We were able to meet with specialists. It was like, we had been sprinkled with magic dust. The wheels on the operation moved efficiently, after that report.
Later that month, we'd sign up for health insurance, with our hospital. And things would improve. Drastically. We'd get a better doctor. We were able to see specialists. In fact, my Dad would have 3 surgeries between December 2010 and March 2014. His healthcare, was improving.
But insurance companies, are still insurance companies. They still don't want to have to approve everything. We had AMAZING doctors, that ALWAYS fought for us. They'd personally get on the phone, and fight it out. With insurance companies, equipment companies, whoever they needed to. Our HomeCare nurse and physical therapist, would do the same.
Without these people, it would never have been done. But I know, we could have started the process sooner, than we did. Even if my Dad didn't want it. It would have made us more prepared. Because one day, he could be perfectly fine. Then next, he couldn't do anything for himself.
Our stress levels, would have also been better. We could have had one less thing, to worry about. And probably avoided, hurting ourselves, in the process. If you are in the same boat, don't wait. As soon as you notice your loved one struggling, tell your doctor.
Let your medical team help you. That's what they're there for. Describe to the doctor or nurse, how your loved one is struggling. Or maybe you are worried about their safety. All of those things, will help your case. Especially, if your loved one is receiving PT.
I just say, to start early. Prepare yourself, for everything and anything. We could have used safety equipment, months before we got it. We could have used a hospital bed, at least a year, before we got it. The "training" we got, from our medical team, could have happened earlier. It helped my Mom, learn how to pick up my Dad. It taught my Dad, how to help us.
Lessons Learned. That's how I'd describe this. But it's definitely an experience, that I'd like to save you from. Get the equipment as early as possible. Find a room or closet, to house it. Until you need it. It's better to have it, on hand. Then to be in the middle of some storm, without the items you need. Waiting for insurance companies to approve your doctor's referral. And supply companies, struggling to find what you need. ❤❤❤
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