W.T.F.

So our new home brochure arrived...and there are no words.  I mean, we knew this was coming and we have joked about it several times.  But once we received the book and looked through it and the youngest "model" in there is pushing 85 we looked at each other, said "What the Fuck," and began laughing hysterically. The fact that they no longer refer to it as a Nursing Home but Skilled Nursing Facility means absolutely nothing.  It still is what it is, a Nursing Home.  And my memories of these joints come from when I was a kid and our church youth group would go and sing Christmas Carols to the residents of these said places.  No one forgets the smells...the smells are a bad mixture of gross food and diapers.  I keep being told that the new places are much nicer...we will see.

Graham is excited about BINGO; I on the other hand will find it odd going to these places and scoping them out.  It's like a messed up Open House.  I can only imagine that I will be referred to as his daughter as I have multiple times here at our current home.  I just laugh.  Maybe once, just once, I'll go with it.  There are still hoops and ladders to go through, because in our life, NOTHING is easy and it always comes with a hitch.  Photopheresis being the big hitch...no one will likely transport him to Baylor which is one of the only places to get it done.  Apparently the promise of portable Photopheresis was a slight crock...it can't be done, and he has only had 1 1/2 treatments in the month he has been here.