I finally got the phone call we were all waiting for...
There was a space in one rehab center for my mum! Finally, after all this search , all these phone calls, all this anxious wait!
I just had to get all the paperwork ready and mum would be transferred the next day!
Today my father and I drove to the rehab center in the middle of that cute little village called Isle-sur-la-Sorgue - a quaint Provençal place with a river going through and little bridges here and there. The only trouble with old small villages is that it is hard to find anywhere to park.
We were greeted with an abrupt woman at the welcoming desk. She took the paperwork she needed for my mother’s admission. We found out that we were going to be able to see my mum even if it was for only 30 minutes a week. We had to book the time according to available spots.
This Thursday was mum’s birthday and there was no space available to visit, so we took the next slot available on Sunday.
I feel like a child with no power over my life. My seeing my own mother is now depending on the decision of the authorities, the willingness of the center and the luck of the draw of available spaces…
Still I so am happy that I will get to see her after 3 weeks of absence. At the same time, the smell of injustice is starting to be itchy and going up my nose…
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