My blog posts have been sporadic - not a indicative of nothing going on,
but rather too much happening around me at times that I don't even know
sometimes how to process it all into words. I have all these burning
fires that I can't seem to extinguish and these fires keep sparking new
bigger fires. I'm overwhelmed sometimes trying to keep up the good
fight... or whatever you'd like to call it.
Noah's CCB decided
not to appeal his pillowcase appeal win. I was holding my breath
waiting for their deadline to pass to file an Exception to Initial
Decision, something I fully anticipated and expected they'd do. I kind
of wonder if they just forgot or if they intentionally threw me a
bone. I have so many worries about Noah in the night at the moment.
His stridor and breathing is different when he sleeps, and his sheets
will occasionally have staining on them, which can vary in color,
sometimes white, yellow or clear. He's not sick, and we've ruled out
ear infections at the doctor. It could be acid reflux, could be
secretions he isn't processing well at night, could be allergies either
seasonal or to something in the house... I'm hopeful that maybe the
increase use of the anti-suffocation pillows now that he's been allowed
pillowcases may help to try to elevate him. Sometimes I'm really at a
loss, I don't always know how to fix the problem, but it does keep me up
at night not only trying to solve Noah's sleeping patterns but to also
watch him like this hawk glued to a barely working baby monitor. I've
been trying to nurse this monitor along as they don't make this model
anymore which will cause me to buy two units instead of one so I can
watch Noah in multiple rooms - with two screens.
I recently
received the date for our next appeal regarding sensory clothing from
the Administrative Law Court. It's in December shortly before the
holidays. I always seem to have something legal to deal with in the
month of December for the last seven years. It complicates the season
for me, I'd be dishonest if I said it didn't add to the weight that I
feel at Christmas. This Notice of Hearing procedure is different from
how all the appeals that I've ever done for Noah have been handled.
They have scheduled it at the OAC - (Office of Administrative Courts)
locally in my county. And it appears they want me to appear and then do
telephone testimony from that location. Previously, I have been able
to call in to the courts and present my case and testimony from our home
phone while I care for Noah and his little brother - which don't get me
wrong is hard too when you're parenting and conducting putting on
evidence as to why the State wrongfully entered a denial against
something Noah needs. But it's just what I have to do, not matter how
difficult it really is for me. I put a call into the Courts today for
explanation of the change in procedure, they say this is standard
although it's the first time I've ever seen an OAC scheduled hearing. I
suppose I'm a tad leery about this next one as I don't trust the
State's intentions. I feel like the tables are very much turned against
Noah because I have become a strong advocate for him. And I always
feel like I'm alone in all this. No one to back me or be in my corner
to help me fight through it. This is all such an exhausting process
just to help your child.
And because apparently because I can't
seem to escape courtrooms these days when it comes to Noah, I found
myself last night at a public hearing regarding a proposed Verizon
Wireless Radio Tower which they want to install practically in my
subdivision. Radio Towers can come with a variety of opinions but
generally you're either on one of two sides. You either feel they are
safe and no big deal to have in residential areas and could care less
about them being built on top of you, or you have strong feelings that
they do not belong in residential areas and can create a multitude of
problems, from health concerns, to reduction in property values, to
excessive noise, to it being an eye sore to look at in your backyard.
Interestingly enough that even though there are a wide variety of health
concerns that are linked to radio towers in residential areas,
including but not limited to altering DNA, Metabolism, Genes, Hormones,
Headaches, Memory loss, Cancer, Birth Defects, Heart Conditions and
Alzheimer's, a City and County Board is prohibited from taking any
potential health factor concerns into account during an approval or
denial process of a proposed radio tower site. Government can be really
great at making it an unfair playing field. However, as a mom to a
severely disabled child and one that has a severe sensory processing
disorder, there is no way that Noah could handle the continual sound
that a radio tower so close to his home would emit, Verizon could not
guarantee that the tower wouldn't necessarily run interference with his
medical equipment or video monitoring systems that we need for Noah, and
Verizon couldn't disagree that our current contact with 911 and calling
for emergency situations for Noah either by landline or through the use
of our own Verizon wireless cell phones was not problematic. The
really sad thing about all this is they want to use a church site to
build a tower. They would pay the church a monthly rental fee to house
their radio tower, the church wants the money... desperately in fact
claiming they will go under without Verizon's money. Verizon seeks out
churches for this very reason because they have a higher zoning laws
due to cathedral-like structures so they try to sneak in these 52 foot
towers on church properties frequently. I never thought however, I'd
have to battle to keep one out of my own neighborhood.
But
that's exactly what I was doing before a board of County
Commissioner's. Pleading with them not to increase my worries and
concerns as we can't pick up and move again. We moved twenty-seven
months ago to this home, something I never wrote about because that too
came with it's own pain that I couldn't put into words at the time.
Nearly two years later I'm finally coming to terms with the
circumstances surrounding our sudden move. And now I'm trying to modify
a home to meet Noah's needs. I'm doing the best I can do to make this
home a safe and healthy environment for him.
The County allots
you three minutes to state your feelings and opinion on an issue. It's
hard to cram everything you want to say into those three minutes but I
did the best I could do. Other neighbors joined me. None of whom I
knew. It's hard to get to know anyone when you're home-bound caring for
a child like Noah. Even though I'm surrounded by lots of neighbors it
still feels like I'm not, I know really none of them. I was glad
however that I was not alone in my feelings and that not a single
neighbor was in favor of this proposed radio tower. The City and County
came back with a decision of denial, but it's not over yet. Although
they are recommending a denial the County has a final hearing on
November 24th to determine if that recommendation is appropriate and
within reason and should be finalized - appeals like with anything I'm
sure could also happen. So, yet another court date looms on my
horizon.
Cumulatively, I'm so tired. I'm more tired I think
than I have been in years, my body is screaming at me to rest, but my
mind says don't you dare - think of Noah and do what you must do. I'm
also I suppose a bit devastated too with recent word that a nearly two
year project that we were working on with a media source with Noah is
likely going to get scrapped. I've invested countless hours all with
the hopes of finding some sort of peace at the end of it. And again I
feel restless, and like I'll never be able to have any conclusion or
closure that will ever feel good.
"One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star." Friedrich Nietzsche
Love,
Noah's Miracle by Stacy Warden is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.