Decision Time

Well, I knew it was coming. Kinda like waiting for a shoe to drop. My uncle’s home health care nurse called. He has been falling – a lot. She believes he is getting more and more confused and it isn’t safe for him to live alone. And just an hour or so after she called, the head nurse from the day program he is in called. He has been misbehaving there. Let’s just say he has been doing inappropriate things with his hands. I don’t think he means to, but nevertheless, it is happening. I have to do something and quickly. So I called the attorney. God absolutely knew what he was doing when he hooked the two of us up. I could not survive without him. We decided to pursue something called a legal guardianship. Basically, it is a POA on steroids. It means that my uncle can no longer make decisions for himself. With guardianship in hand, I can move him closer to me and hopefully get out from under the legal crap. I will need to collect lots of documents from doctors. But this is doable. Oh yeah – and I have to pay dear old attorney $2500 more. It’s only money, right? Once all the paperwork is in, we make an appointment with a judge. I will have to go and stand in front of a family judge. Ghosts from the past (aka, my cousin and my hopefully soon-to-be ex-aunt) can come and protest. I have been told I have a good case. Time to put on my big girl panties. Decision made. Let’s go for it.