|DeLynn and our grandson Conner|
|The Old Ball & Chain dragging me to garage sales.|
But the situation here at Casa Powell has reached the point where my wife needs skilled, in-home care; she needs hospice. She’s pretty much confined to bed, as her bed sores will attest, depending on me to steady her and provide what measures I can to make her comfortable. I’m “on-call,” literally 24 hours a day, unable to even leave the house to shop for groceries unless there is another adult available to stay with her.
|Chemo-weakened bones break from simply walking|
|Our 25th anniversary gift; a night in a B&B|
After DeLynn's diabetic coma and heart attack last month she was finally assigned a nurse to help me care for her three hours a day, three days a week, for a total of nine hours. We are extremely grateful to everyone who made this possible, and most especially for the particular caregiver we were assigned.
DeLynn's nurse is an absolute gift from God. She's a dedicated, caring health professional who stands up for her clients rights, making sure that they get all of the services to which they are entitled; and she works her tail off around here too. What she gets done in nine hours would literally take me, and my aching back, days.
Most importantly, DeLynn loves her. So does Tink. And Tink doesn't like anybody but her mommy.
Even though this particular issue has been resolved for us, for the moment, please understand that there are many others who are still being victimized by Obamacare, who are refused treatment by de facto "death panels," and are - according to my guest in this episode - victims of racism; mostly single mothers, refused services simply because of the color of their white skin.
God bless you all, and Semper Fi,
Bobby and DeLynn