No Starting Quite Yet

 Its seems we were a bit too enthusiastic about the start of Scott's cardiac rehabilitation. While we did attend the first appointment on Tuesday, him wearing his sneakers and ready to work out and me with my notebook in hand, eager to take notes to help him at home, nothing of import occurred. We filled out forms and watched a PowerPoint presentation about the importance of completing Cardiac Rehabilitation. We were instructed to return next Tuesday to formally begin the program. 

Disappointed that we weren't starting that day, it was difficult to keep Scott's spirits up. He is feeling deflated and useless around the house. I am acutely aware of his frustrations because, while I have never had issues with my heart, I have experienced a life-changing medical event. Thus far I have refrained from offering this reminder as support because I fear it would come off as dismissive when that is the last thing I want to do.  

Yesterday we received a phone call from the cardiac rehab informing us that our insurance has summarily denied care. Ugh! I spent the afternoon working the phone and trying to come to a resolution.  It took me nearly 3 hours but I believe everything should be ready go for next Tuesday. 

Fighting insurance enraged me. Why is healthcare always such a battle in this country? Nobody should ever look at their spouse and wonder if they are going to have the financial means to maintain their medical needs! 

Memorial Day wrap up

 Timmy did a fabulous job presenting his Science Fair project. In a room full of moon phases and bean growth, uranium glass presentation was unique and unusual. His increased comfort level speaking publicly was on full display as he confidently taught everybody and fielded questions about his glass. I am so proud of him!

On Saturday we met my Mom at a local creamery for the afternoon. It was nice to sit outside in a different location and chat face to face for awhile. I know that it is going to be awhile before I can leave Scott overnight, but it is nice to know that my Mom is always willing to drive a little further for some ice cream.

Sunday was (and always has been) Scott's special "Day of Racing." He rises early and begins his day with F1 before the flag drops at his beloved Indianapolis 500. In the evening another Nascar race finishes out the night, logging another 600 miles. I don't get it, but I have learned to understand that this marathon day of car racing is one of his favorites.  

Monday we decided to take the boys to the local Go-Cart track to break up the day. They had a blast. I have a feeling that Go-Carting will become a regular part of our summer rotation.  

Today Scott reports for orientation for Cardiac Rehabilitation. To say that he is nervous would be an understatement. While I'm excited to learn his true limits and to have him begin the process of recovery, he is scared that it will trigger another event.  (The fact that Mr. Bill called and regaled us with a story of his own cardiac rehabilitation, which did indeed trigger a second heart attack, did not help!) While I know that Scott will be safe, I know that he is scared.  Fingers crossed!