And I’m off to Portland Maine to care for son Saturday. He still has one remaining spine abscess which keeps his very life threatened. All that can be done is pray and hope. I wanted to share the brilliant photo taken by my old school chum, Russ, of the Portland Headlight in Cape Elizabeth. I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend.
Next stop, drive to Portland Maine to bring son to the infectious disease doctor tomorrow, Friday, and find him food for another week. The surgeon who operated on our son has been phoning the last 24 hours wanting to re-admit him to the hospital but as of tonight it hasn’t happened. So we march forward and do what needs doing, praying for the best as parents and hope we can endure.
I could create a long blog post but the supplied link is self explanatory if clicked on giving insight into what’s become a parental nightmare of sorts. I have never asked for any help in my 53 years of life and it runs deep but when it’s your child your watching deteriorate in front of your eyes the terror is pure and real.
During my adult son’s extended hospital stay I have heard and witnessed actions by staff towards the ill that are unimaginable, even inhumane at Maine Medical Center in Portland Maine as I have been present near constantly. There are good people there but also the larger problem of assembly line medicine and patients by numbers. My son is not by far out of danger, but back in his home if only temporarily, still needing in-home visiting nurse care and medical follow up. I’d be lying if I said my happy-go-lucky personality hasn’t taken a huge hit in hopelessness the past few weeks. I started a fundraiser in hopes of ascertaining funding to help with medical, food and living expenses for a few cold months to buy him time for his state applied medical assistance to begin as there is nothing else to be had. The rest of his human needs we are trying to meet on our own as he is very weak and lost some mobility. Ever watched a proud man be knocked so low he can’t help himself? The USA needs to implement medical care for all. My English husband’s country has it, while not perfect by far, it’s there and works.
I cannot let this country’s negligence kill my child like it did my mother in 2012 when she also could not afford healthcare. People are not disposable, this is a life. We as human’s need to care for each other. Please take a moment of you and yours and share my son’s link below, feel free to reblog. Just three months in his rented room will get him past the winter cold of Maine and possibly his “pending Medicaid” will begin, giving him a fighting chance. The USA Government treats it’s citizens as “disposable lives.” I cannot help but feel enraged when new arrivals to this country are given preference in benefits and tools to survive, while watching my son’s life fade away for lack of caring in a place he was born.
The surgeon’s parting words to us and son when asked if he should start to get worse should we bring him back to the emergency room was literally, “I don’t care.”
Blogging from the hospital bedside of my youngest son. His sudden tragic turn has shaken the family to the core and brings to the fore front how urgently in Maine those without medical insurance need care and not be turned away for being poor. I will be the first to tell ALL “ObamaCare” is a farce. The fact he had sought treatment three different occasions on his own and was spit out into the street nearly causing his death in the end leaves an indescribable primal rage in me. It took my driving from another state to him, picking him up and taking him myself to the Portland Maine Medical Center advocating they do “something” and here we are. He was rushed into surgery, one hour from death.
A full recovery, probably not we are told if he survives.