The Problem Is

Post 292

The Problem Is..I have let too much time go by since my last post, and I feel like I have too much to say, and now I can't or won't give as much detail to each thing as I would have if I hadn't waited.

I haven't written again because it's just been too hard. I think we all know that stress and emotions can make us too tired, or too flat to put out the effort. That's where I’ve mostly been for almost the past two weeks. My husband has been feeling very similarly, so it's not even a case where one of us is able to prod the other one along.

Some of you know, and some of you have probably gathered, that we wanted to file a lawsuit against the hospital and doctors and nurses that carelessly allowed Mo to die. A very good firm did take our case last fall, based on her medical records and expert information they had at the time. We’ve been waiting and waiting for the lawsuit to actually be filed, having been led to believe it was “anytime now.”

Without going into detail, there is NO PROBLEM proving errors were made from her arrival all the way to her last hour. But right now, there is an impasse getting the right experts to say the errors actually caused her death. It’s truly insane. She was Morgan talking and breathing, with a personality in the early morning of December 22nd and thirty hours later their decisions and inactions made her die. But here we are, hoping and praying that the third and final expert will give the credentialed testimony needed to get the lawsuit filed. We are now also searching for our own expert as well, with the lawfirm’s blessing. (They’ll only pay for so much feeling like they will now be unlikely to see a return obviously. ) Please pray that this happens!

This is very hard to deal with and accept, especially since in other states and in other hospitals it would be the slam dunk that common sense alone says it is. A jury will convict…no doubt, but it’s got to get there first. In Alabama the law definitely favors medical.

I know God is in every detail of our lives, but we will not give up fighting while we still have a chance. Statute of limitations runs out two years from the day she passed. If it doesn't get filed, then that's His will and I’ll accept it.

While this is going on, our sixteen year old cat Milo is going through some health issues, and although it seemed we had it figured out, today doesn't look so good. He is beginning to struggle and even stopped eating. Maybe he’ll rally tonight or tomorrow again!

Since my last post I’ve had two friends pass away. James was a friend from here in Alabama. He showed up at our house even during the first week here offering his lawn cutting and handyman services. He was a person with a very good soul. He had struggles here, and I’m sure he is loving his brand new life.

Tam was a friend from Ohio I’ve know twenty years. She was my role model for dealing with the grief of losing a daughter while maintaining and growing faith in God. When I heard the news, the very first picture formed in my head was of her beautiful smile as she finally got to embrace her daughter Ellie for the first time since 2018. I envied her. Just a few months ago she sent me a picture she’d come across that she thought I’d like. (She was right)

(The woman is not Tam)

Last week, while trying to digest the lawsuit mess, I took one of my Hays Backend walks. I’d asked God and Mo to please send signs the day before at The Spot, saying the GBH seem to be in hiding again, and I’d put away the photos that seem to move, so I needed my “fix.”

About at the turnaround point, I see crossing the bridge coming toward us, a family with a dog. Not wanting to deal with KK pulling or barking, I was at a perfect spot to take a widish grass trail away from them. About twenty steps in I felt something on my left arm and quickly batted it away, but immediately saw it had been a butterfly. I said, “ no, no, I’m sorry!” at which point it landed on my right arm. I let the family get ahead of me and set out, and took lots of pictures and even filmed this butterfly on my arm which stayed for 7 minutes. ( I only got this by viewing the time detail from my first to last picture) and 7 was Morgan’s favorite number. As I was nearing the car, another (the same?) butterfly landed on my arm again! I was and am so thankful for God's love to send me those! A week later and I’m already getting antsy again….

First picture above

20 minutes later - time to leave.

I’ll try to do a better job of being motivated to write. I believe I cried myself to sleep last night, the release being what was needed, as I woke up “better” today, and here I am. I hope all of you are enjoying what remains of summer.