It’s been a while since I’ve written anything about my mother, but it hasn’t been because nothing’s happening. I just don’t know what to say, or if I want to say it. That makes it sound kind of bad, but it isn’t; not really anyway.

The second sudden recovery came and went, but it was encouraging in that she didn’t lapse back quite as far as she had been. They haven’t needed to send her back to the hospital for fluids or medication, so that’s been good. However, they did have the Baker Act hearing for the involuntary six month commitment, which was ordered last week. The good news is she won’t be sent off across the state to one of the state institutions. She’ll get to stay where she is, close to home.

And there’s even more good news. My father found a way to pay for her care: Medicaid. It seems that there is a way to get long term care for your spouse. You just have to get a lawyer, and let him or her get creative with your assets.

But isn’t that really the American dream, to have the means to have your own attorney on retainer?

Give the gift of words.