Since Monday’s blog entry, plans changed. The Walla Walla arrangements fell through, so I didn’t leave early Tuesday as anticipated. However, Allen’s crisis escalated. Hiram’s boss graciously gave him the week off and the two of us headed to West Virginia around noon. We arrived at about three this morning.
We’re in the process of finding initial treatment for Allen, perhaps a nationally known Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) center in Morganstown, West Virigina. We should know if Allen qualifies and when they could schedule him later today. The treatment is either one or two weeks of intensive outpatient therapy, with follow-up counseling either with them or with a therapist wherever the patient lives.
My sister has been a great help, also. She’s researching treatment programs in the Twin Cities and follow-up counselors options, as well as ways to get Allen medical assistance throughout the process. Today we went out to lunch together, he bought some shirts for “civilian life,” and we’re browsing at Borders.
We are so thankful for your prayers and support. Keep them coming as we decide about treatment and wait, wait, wait. And stay tuned for the next chapter of “Life at the Monastery.” Catchy title, don’t you think?
