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Today is Thursday, January 27, 2000. Harold is being released from Bryn Mawr today. He will be
home for approximately two weeks. This is a time of mixed emotion for us because although we're
ecstatic because we never thought this day would come, we are, at the same time, sad that it may
have come too soon. Harold is being released from Bryn Mawr because of issues with the insurance
carrier, not necessarily because he's "done" with rehab. Our plan is to relocate Harold into
another full-time rehabilitation facility. We will continue to press our insurance company, and
we're in the process of getting all of our information together on what might be the best way to do
that and still remain tactful and upright. There's obviously a lot of information that I'm purposely
leaving out (like the name of the insurance carrier!) because I have full confidence that this is
just some sort of a mistake, and they will work with us to clear it up and get Harold back into
rehab, which is where he needs to be. We have some very skilled and wonderful people helping us to
work this all out, so please don't worry. At the worst, we'll need to have a fund-raiser or something
to get him back into rehab to the tune of $100,000, BUT we are not there yet! We might not need to
do that. So, this is not a plea for money. If it turns out we need to raise some doe, believe me,
you all will be the first to know! We'll drum up a huge fund-raiser where folks can get something
back like baked goods or a car wash. Let's all hold onto our winter hats and say a lot of prayers
and see what happens. Either way, this IS cause for celebration. Harold's coming home today! I'll
be with Harold in a day or so to read him more of your e-mails and prayers, and I'll be sure to keep
you all informed of his progress.
Today is Monday, January 24, 2000. Harold continues to make slight improvements. He had a feeding tube that was direct to his stomach removed, and now eats all of his meals by himself. It was actually quite comical last weekend when my sister and I were alone with Harold in his room, I noticed a pack of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups on Harold's night stand (our mother's secret favorite) and we looked at each other and she said to me, "Wow, it's nice he has a special treat on his night stand." Then I laughed and said to her, as we both thought Harold was dozing in the chair, "Yeah, they're probably our mother's secret stash," and as soon as I said that Harold perked up in his chair and pointed jokingly at me and said, "Now M.E.!" We all laughed together, it was really sweet. Harold may be gearing up to graduate from Bryn Mawr and move onto his next phase of recovery which we're still discussing as a family. I'll have more to report on that as details emerge. I've taken down the "Guideposts" Magazine article that they so generously forwent policy on to allow me to post. You can learn more about "Guideposts" Magazine and receive daily inspiration at their web site. |