I got a letter Monday stating that he has been denied ANY SERVICES AT ALL. Nothing.
I am sick over it all. I spent the week working on my letter of reconsideration and gathering letters from the pediatrician and Levi's therapists. I normally have the strength to press forward for Levi and fight for him, but I have had a few, "I did not sign up for this" moments this week. I have hardly been able to eat (and anyone that knows me understands how unusual THAT is).
And, oh...Remember that new physical therapist I am so fond of? She got a new job and will only see Levi one more time before we move onto our third physical therapist this year.
We could hear something about the Medicaid waiver as early as next Friday, but I am not holding my breath. I am still waiting for the new physical therapist that has been lined up to call me.
I just want to do what is best for this little guy. Why does it have to be so difficult?
|Using the curtains for a game of peek-a-boo|