My mother-in-law injured her foot on Monday. It’s bad. REAL bad. The trauma doctor said it’s a life changing injury. Her internist said he’s never seen a case like this – that’s our Jo, she’s an original!
She’s still in the hospital now, awaiting a surgery that can’t happen until some of the swelling from the original trauma subsides. While we help her navigate through doctors and nurses and Medicare, oh my, I’m getting a good glimpse into the labyrinth that is U.S. health care. And into the secondary maze-within-a-maze that is family communication during this process. I already have many stories, but really they are hers to tell, not mine.
My head has kind of stopped spinning. She is stable, so I’m not worried about her immediate health. But her husband, three adult children, sister, and I all want to help: the resulting overlapping phone calls means information is flying about, sometimes outdated in five minutes as something else occurs or another factor pops up. I’ve already started a notebook of pretty much every interaction I have with doctors, administrators, transportation agencies etc.
How else should I keep calm and carry on?
PS. If you would like to add her in your prayers, her Hebrew name is Alexsandra bat Rivka v’Pincus