I sat at the window today for a really long time watching it rain trying
to listen to the soft patter against the glass. I was aching for
something - anything to speak to me. Send me a sign, send me something
to tell me I am doing a good job. I ached to see a rainbow but it
never came. Just heavy white and grey clouds looming in the distance.
Emails after email with bad, and complicated news. Always another
battle for me to fight, conquer and overcome. It's never-ending. It's
heavy. It's hard. At the very center of it Noah completely dependent
and relying on me to succeed. And trying with every fiber of my being
not to short-change my little sweet Luke at the same time.
A
bird perched on the feeder and stared at me. With the feeder empty it
nodded twice as if it understood and flew away. They say that faith is a bird that feels dawn breaking and sings while it is still dark. Was
it my sign... the bird? I certainly don't have it all figured out.
I'm searching just like the next person for all life's answers.
The
state has denied Noah's need for disposable pillowcases. Something
that in multiple emails were promised, I even jumped through all the
hoops they told me to - obtaining a doctor's prescription and then yet
another one because they found that one insufficiently documented, more
documentation submitted proving that a non-traditional pillowcase of any
kind would make the anti-suffocation pillow ineffective and dangerous.
Denied reason: Caregiver Convenience. Appeal they tell me. More
work, more time, more paperwork, more time taken away from caring for my
boys because I am always waging war.
After having worked in
the legal profession and one my many college degrees being a legal
degree I'm quite comfortable with the legal system, where many special
needs parents simply aren't. This process overwhelms them
(understandably) so they retreat and don't often go on to pursue the
appeals process. There aren't many parents like me that know how to
draft pleadings; motions, responses, replies, and know the timelines for
due dates and court filings. Yet, I can't say I enjoy the process any
more even though it's a familiar one to me. It's time consuming and
rather exhausting to continually pursue this as my only recourse to
obtain what Noah needs.
And I can guarantee that any
Administrative Law Judge that gets this appeal is going to really
question why the State is wasting time with a pillowcase denial,
something that isn't going to even likely cost the state more than $200
yearly for Noah. And I can toast them so easily on this issue, I have
all the indisputable documentation that supports the need for disposable
pillowcase need for the anti-suffocation pillows they funded. I did
find an alternative option, a different anti-suffocation pillow that has
it's own re-washable pillowcase - a differently designed
anti-suffocation pillow with the same safety features. It would likely
cost the State about $76 dollars a pillow. Noah needs 2 of them. And
obviously would save them money in the long run without having fund
disposables. They said they would consider it, but I fear another lie
as they discouraged me from holding off on filing my appeal, but I know
very well that I'm up against a deadline to file - one that I cannot
miss while they lure me into not preserving my appellate rights.
And
this all of course builds a tremendous distrust with the very
caseworkers and professionals that claim to be on my side. When all you
do is deny what my child needs I see you as the enemy - not someone who
is in my corner fighting to help my child. The State received
verification that a home-remodel upstairs for a modified bathroom would
be $40,000-$60,000 from a local contractor and claim that is all they
need to now resubmit the stair-lift request. One shall see, it's a
continual hoop that they make me jump through, we're in May I have to
burn up Noah's funds by December. Sounds like a long time but it's
really not, I've been working on all of these current issues and
requests since the beginning of January, and I'm no further along nearly
half-way through the year.
And to add insult to injury I was at
Noah's hippotherapy standing in my own little corner watching Noah ride,
six other parents engaging and having a conversation together about
their children who were all in a class together discussing how each of
their children were on the CES waiver (Child Extensive Services Waiver)
the same waiver that Noah is on, the same waiver handing me a handful of
denial difficulties - bragging about how great their services were and
all that they were getting. Parents forthcoming with each other about
diagnosis; children with a combination of high functioning Autism,
Aspergers and Dyslexia. And as hard as I tried I could only detect maybe
one child with a slight behavioral challenge - otherwise you would
never know there was anything "extensive needs" about any of these
children. No adaptive equipment needs, no speech concerns, no home
modification needs.... yet they're all fairing out better than I am
apparently with financial resources, as one parent said she is allowed
to use her entire $37,000 just on respite care. Noah on the same
program respite max is $14,999. And last year as hard as I tried
couldn't access over $18,000 of Noah's funds, and the State pocketed the
rest of it. I'm sure a double standard. Aren't things typically that
way in life? While I'm happy that other parents are finding the
financial help and resources that they need, I can't help but wish my
child was too.
I just listened and then quietly left without
being noticed (I'm pretty invisible to most anyway when you have a child
as severely disabled as Noah). Even amongst other parents who have
special needs children if their children are better off than Noah, I'm
typically not on their radar. The sting from the overheard conversation
was temporary as I was celebrating a miracle that I just witnessed...
Love,
Noah's Miracle by Stacy Warden is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.