Will this be a better week?

Transitions are difficult and change is hard.  This week I face something I have been looking forward to for months; moving back home!  Close to my parents and my brothers and sisters.  And closer to my sons, o, not the little one who now lives is Oregon, but the move does put me closer to being able to actually visit him, and see the Pacific Northwest, which was a bucket list item for years.

So, packing up.   Yeah, packing up stuff that has already been packed up to the nines…. most of my “stuff” is in a storage unit back home for the last four years. So packing up now is far different then the last time.  A whole box, a big box contains all of the notebooks and medical reports for my son, and the label is “bedroom”.  I am going to need that information, at my fingertips.

We had a sweet conversation this afternoon with my youngest son, James, in Oregon. He must have been tired after all that talking, but I love it, he makes me laugh, in the way that really cool sons can.

And he talked about what his holiday plans are, another “Friendsgiving.”  Last year he had a Friendsgiving and came home for a visit in February, skipping all holiday family reunions and other such stuff.   Yup, he’s pretty smart that way.

In many ways this year, I am happy for him.  He will have a great Thanksgiving, and then hopefully come home to us and have a lovely Christmas…..

And then to my shock and surprise, today came the news we have all been waiting for.  My son Christopher was officially admitted to the specialized neuro-rehab facility for brain injury in Tulsa, Oklahoma that we have been waiting on for months, no years.

So, as it stands, I move this week to be closer to family, and will be closer to the hospital where Chris will live for… as long as it takes to do the full transition, and final transfer.

My gratitude for today is: thank you Lydia Pearson and the facility for always being there for me for the last seven months, and for expediting this admission, because if I had waited for the state of New Jersey to do it all, I would be getting ready my beach chairs again, and as warm as this fall has been, I don’t mean this year.

Now we wait the final word on transport, because the facility is out of state.  That was the whole problem all this time, and no one knows it.  New Jersey is sadly lacking in Brain Injury Neuro-Rehabilitation, and it has been a long hard road, that is, perhaps, finally, in the works.