Part of a bigger picture. Story.
To catch a glimpse in between is all I ask. To understand a single moment of it. How it might fit in.
Little things. The little ones, They mean so much. The one out of what seemed like hundreds of phone calls. The one human being that took the time to double check. To listen even. The one voice that said OK.
I now understand "managed care". They just named it wrong. Mismanaged care is what it is.
Mom has finally been accepted for Home Hospice. And now care might be managed by the ones who know and love her. With a little help from new friends.
A stitch in time saves nine (trips to the hospital)