I got a letter in the mail yesterday telling me that Coopers insurance benefits are reinstated. I breathed a sigh of relief that could have been heard cross country. And I instantly felt like a weight had been lifted.
And then promptly drank a bottle of wine and watched The Girlfriends Guide to Divorce…my favorite show. And zoned the F out. I literally shut down for the whole night.
I thought autism was heavy but it nowhere nears the stress of not being able to pay for the help he needs. Or the thought of not giving him the best.
It should be easier. It should just be about Cooper and helping him and giving him the best life possible. But, it’s not. So much of its about money and schedules and finding the best services. And making the right decisions with the knowledge that we have.
And straight up survival. And breathing and laughing. When I’m worrying about insurance I’m not laughing with Cooper. But, a little hope is bubbling up again. Thank god for that.