Breathe….

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When the Congresswoman came through for us... aka the day we got the date for John's Disability Hearing.

Well…. it happened.  Mr. J came in from the Mailbox with a letter from the Social Security Agency which he handed to me to open.  His hands were shaking and he looked like he was about to vomit.  Ironically, I had just emailed Stephanie Murphy’s office to see if they had heard anything yesterday morning, but I wasn’t hopeful.  We opened the letter and it said that our case was now ready for our review … etc. etc.  Not sure what it all meant, I went to the ssa.gov site and pulled up the page to read: “Your case has been scheduled for a hearing on March 20th”, upon reading which I promptly broke down into hysterical crying and pointed through my tears at the screen and said something that probably included a couple of expletives and that we had a hearing date…. for this year!   If you look at the Calendar, SSA in Orlando is currently 18 months from the date you request a hearing to the date you get one, and we are currently at 6 months, so thanks to Stephanie Murphy for requesting a congressional update we were bumped up the line.  Everyone should do this.  If you are sitting at home reading this waiting on a hearing, call your Representative and ask that they request updates on your behalf.  Please.I’m extremely happy that the hearing is coming up soon, but equally terrified now because what if the hearing isn’t favorable to us?  Then I look at my husband and realize that he can function, at best, for two hours at a time after which he is pretty much out of commission for a day or so.  It’s so hard on him because I know my husband and I know that if there was any way he could work to support his family, he would do it.  It breaks him every day when he sees me struggling to pay the bills and going out to work whilst he stays home wishing he could fix himself to help me. Every couple of days or so, he pushes through the absolute panic he feels at leaving the house and does it anyway, to get our son from school.  It takes its toll on him to do it, but honestly, I need the help and he knows it, so to him, it’s worth it.

He is a man who was brought up in an era where you support your family.  It’s who he is and it is who his father was and it breaks my heart to see him feeling so lost.  I sincerely hope that the Disability Judge can see the kind of person he is and rules the right way.

Right now, he’s an absolute mess.   All he can think about is the hearing and looking at him now, he’s sitting looking much like a rabbit in the headlights of an oncoming truck.  It’s going to be a really, really long 60 days.

Save me.  Ha!

Featured Photo by JC Gellidon on Unsplash

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