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One experience with the VA, and it was horrific. My dad is a WW II veteran, who had never collected any benefits, other than doing some vocational training when he first got out. So since my folks are always living on the edge financially, a few years ago, I said--let's try to get him some additional benefits thru VA.
Since we live across the country from them, my brother took my dad to his appointment. Now, my dad had always been the healthiest individual you ever met. Never sick, very physically healthy. The first person from whom I ever heard about "health food". His blood pressure had started to creep up a little when he was in his early 80's, so he'd been on a med for that, which worked really well for him.
The VA doctor said, we can switch your medication to this generic that is, "almost as good" as what you've been taking the past few years. So he did. Not even a month later, my dad had a major stroke that paralyzed the entire right side of his body.
It breaks my heart to see him having to use a walker, and dragging his right foot along. He's also been really depressed since it happened. Had to spend the first year in a nursing home just rehabbing to even get this far. His speech has never quite come back either.
This is the guy that used to take all of us kids out on Sunday bike rides, trailing along behind him like a bunch of ducklings. He took us hiking, and fishing, to all kinds of nature preserves. Taught me how to garden. Now, we're in the process of moving them to an assisted living facility, because along with my dad's problems, my mom was recently diagnosed with mid-stage Alzheimer's. She already had liver/colon cancer.
Now you want to talk about a major screw up, look at Medicaid. We've been trying to get them in this place since April. Medicaid has kept saying, we just need one more form, or one more whatever. At one point, they canceled my folks coverage altogether because they talked to my mom on the phone, and she got confused. They had to reapply all over again. Because of all the delays, my brother is having to pull the money out of his 401K to pay for them to get in there until Medicaid finally kicks in, or we're going to lose the rooms (oh yeah--Medicaid insists they have to have two separate rooms).
FUBAR.
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