When Wayne as diagnosed (officially), he had his employers disability and also applied for CPP disability.
We had been warned by others that it will be a long drawn out affair of frustration. Pleasantly surprised to see approval and first cheque in 2 weeks. Of course, I have to realize, with Alzheimer’s diagnosis it’s rather cut and dried – no getting better or trying to prove your back indeed is killing you. (This is no shot at anyone having troubles getting coverage.)
A couple months later, I was so sorry to miss a call from an MD with the federal government. She left a message, addressing Wayne, sending good wishes and wondering how we were doing. That meant the world to both of us.
Sadly, she had an accent and spoke quickly. I was unable to catch her name.
At the federal office in town, the young lady dealing with our initial paper work, was hiding tears as she worked away on her computer. This was before Wayne had his Ari*ept Rx and he was really in bad shape.
We often sit in the evening, discussing this and that. Always in agreement that 99% of the people in the world are so good and have hearts of gold.
If you have a story, please tell it. I know there are people who don’t fall in this category of caring but most do.
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One of the rays of sunshine in a dark spot is the wonderful caring people you meet. I remember a male night nurse that talked to me for hours during sleepless nights after a double mastectomy. So kind, so calm during the turmoil. He didn’t run away from my tears, and kept coming back to see if I needed anything. His name was David. I wished Icould go back and thank him now, but only have a vague memory of his face, but his voice of reassurance will be remain forever etched in my heart. Nurses are especially a sweet bunch, for the most part. It takes a special calling. Love to you, Annette
I don’t have any good stories to share, but sometimes facing adversity gives us the opportunity to see the best in those around us. And you and W are the kind of people who take the time to look.
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That is so true. All we ever hear about are the bad experiences. When my husband died, and I was dealing with Social Security, etc., I could not have asked for more efficient service…and kind.
I have yet to have the need for that, but when I do, I certainly hope it mirrors your experience.
Oh my …
Just when I’m about convinced (that) all the “sweet souls” have taken the last train out-a town, here comes a story like yours! Thank you for prompting me to always look for the good.
If you have to go through hell, it’s nice to know someone is there to offer a glass of cool water to make the journey easier. I had an experience with Hospice and thought angels had been sent. Those beautiful souls loved my loved one and mourned her death right along with the rest of the family. I couldn’t imagine opening your heart so fully and knowing how it would end still not holding back. There truly are good people in this world. Glad you’re encountering them in your journey.