Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Things you didn't want to know until you were older...

I came home from work yesterday and as is accustomed asked how everyone’s day was. Dad still does physical therapy Mondays and Thursdays. He tried to tell me something about therapy. From what I was able to ascertain it sounded like Thursday would be his last day in therapy. I said I would call in the morning to get the scoop as Dad’s yes’s and no’s can still be confusing on occasion and I couldn’t tell if he was quitting, if they were discharging him for no improvement or it was something else. Turns out it was the something else.
As I’ve written before, how our bodies and minds can heal is incredible and mind boggling. Much like there is no time limit on grieving, so too there is no time limit to improvements we can make after something traumatic like a stroke, as Dad has proven. There is; however, apparently a time limit on when your Medicare benefits run out for therapy services. This is what has happened with Dad.
So the skinny of it is this: Medicare has a cap on the amount of money paid out for Physical, Occupational and Speech therapy. There are two gaps limits. For some unknown reason physical and speech have a combined cap of $1920.00 while occupational gets its own $1920.00 threshold. That’s the 1st cap. After that is reached and your still showing improvement there is a second cap of $3700. Once you have reached that Medicare pulls out and requests that should therapy still be warranted, still be needed, your records be sent to them for review, because now you have to begin an appeal process. The therapist essentially has to plead and beg through progress reports that therapy is still needed, warranted and will continue to benefit the patient. This is where we are with Dad right now. He is still improving, greatly, through physical therapy to the point where he has graduated to a quad cane instead of his somewhat cumbersome hemi-cane. This is huge news for us and Dad as it demonstrates his improvements over the last year and a half.
The worse case scenario is that the Medicare caps are yearly so he can start back up January 1st with physical therapy again (even though we don't really want him going that long without some kind of therapy). There is also paying for it out of pocket (although how many people on a fixed income can afford that). There is supplemental insurance which I have to look into what options there are for them to foot the bill. Either way there are a few different options for us as we await this appeal process with Medicare (in which he could still be denied services).
All of this is a result of changes made this year by the government. What can you do? Stay informed and become an advocate my friends. Here is a link with more information about this subject. 

http://www.medicareadvocacy.org/medicare-therapy-caps-a-call-for-repeal/

     

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

The Gardens 2014

It was a long cold winter. As the official start to summer kicks off this weekend I wanted to share some photos I've taken of Dad's gardens this year. I will be adding to this album as the various flowers continue to bloom throughout the coming months and I encourage you to check back to this blog for updates to the album. We've made a few changes to the landscape, planted some new additions and are just in awe of how certain plants like Lupine re-seed themselves and are just stunning to look at.
This is our favorite time of year. As Dad's doctor joked with us last week, everyone is in a hurry for summer to get here, not realizing after the 21st of June the days start getting shorter and shorter as we round the half year mark. But this time right here, right now, is it. It's truly the best time of year. All things feel possible.
The photo below will take you to the album. This was Dad enjoying his backyard on Father's Day.

https://plus.google.com/photos/107361794576722144685/albums/6025671748964034689?authkey=CPGwpIn0ooD9HQ


  

Monday, June 2, 2014

Luck of the Draw

Dad watches a myriad of TV shows. Some are much more amusing than others. To be honest my favorite show, which I actually got him hooked on, is Ancient Aliens. Just the subject matter itself, a show where "scientists" make the argument that aliens have visited our species in the past, is hysterical. As I sit and write this I'm chuckling just thinking about it. Besides the show also boasts a guy with the craziest hair style I have seen in a long time and every time he's on the screen I'm fascinated by his coif. It's like a train wreck you can't turn your eyes away from. I highly recommend it.  
There are other shows, sitcoms, local news, etc, all routine programming to keep a mind somewhat occupied and free of boredom. It was a long winter for all of us. I quite often catch myself listening to these shows from the kitchen or stopping to see snippets as I'm passing through the TV room to let's say, the garage. Dad has found some gem TV programming out there amongst the more obscure TV channels. There’s what I like to call “farm TV”, where ALL the programming is clearly geared towards farming communities in the Midwest. The shows on this channel vary from a guy showing you how to tame your horse (and even how to fire a gun while riding your horse), to farm equipment auctions (tractors are soooo expensive, no wonder we subsidize farmers), to long term weather predictions allowing you to make preparations for either selling or storing your crop based on what the market price is and will potentially be. Then there are the religious channels with their stadium sermons on Sunday mornings. Usually it's someone with a southern accent, speaking with a slow drawl about repentance and giving everything up to God, because we as humans are too weak a species to be able to do anything without God's help and it is this reason why we oftentimes fail. At least that seems to be the message preached as I understand it. They're all fascinating. Sometimes I sit and watch these shows with Dad. More often than not though I'm running around doing stuff in the house and as mentioned only hear bits and pieces of these shows. I get the biggest kick out of these shows and smile every time.  
There was one Saturday we were watching a show and they were doing a story about an Opera singer from the Met who suffered a stroke. It was heart wrenching to hear what he and his family went through. Everything they mentioned about his recovery hit home after going through it with Dad. In this instance; however, a year or so later and the guy is back to singing at the Met again. Truly inspiring, again, how our bodies can heal themselves. Always one to lighten the mood, I looked over at Dad and said, "Now, why couldn't you have had that type of stroke? Look at him, he's back to singing opera at the Met." Dad smiled and waved his hand, signalling he didn't know why. "Guess it's the luck of the draw huh?" I commented. He nodded his head and we laughed. 
All joking aside, we all know the luck of the drawn was and is on our side, because his stroke should have killed him and it didn't and that is the truth we are acutely aware of, despite his handicaps now. Besides, if you can't joke about life, well then what are you doing? It can't be much fun.