Have I ever mentioned that being Cash's mom is often like being his personal assistant? This week, I am talking with Cash's insurance and his endocrinologist in order to try to get him a new growth hormone prescription, talking with his eye doctor and his ear specialist to get records of his last visits to give to the school because Cash failed his in-school eye and ear tests (he is non-compliant), trying to get him an appointment with a local pediatrician, trying to get him Medicaid (multiple forms and interviews), and talking with Josh to try to arrange our next trip to India. I think all parents are busy being schedulers/chauffeurs/personal chefs with their kids, but I do think Cash's medical needs add another layer. It seems I am always in process of arguing with an insurance company or rescheduling a PT appointment or trying to get Cash into a new program.
He's doing great, though. The staples have been removed from his head and he seems content and well.
He's doing great, though. The staples have been removed from his head and he seems content and well.
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