Asking for help is Frustrating

Just when you think the door is open, it's slammed in your face. I hope none of my family or friends ever have to deal with what my family is going through right now. I am emotionally exhausted not to mention physically.

Here is my beef: I called my dad's insurance company and they gave me some hope. They told me they would pay for home health to come out for about 4 hours 5 times a week. That would be perfect, Mom could still work 1/2 days and have someone come out and watch dad for 1/2 day. So I picked up the phone to call some home health agencies that would come to Splendora. When I called here came the door....They told me even though my insurance company says they will pay that they won’t and they don't. She told me she was sorry to be blunt but she had been through this time and time again. They submit for reimbursement and BCBS only pays the minimum and then the patient is stuck with the bill. SO that door was closed and no help was on the way.

My friend gave me a connection to Houston Hospice so I called this morning. The lady was so nice and they offered a lot of help, still not the help we need but at least it was something. Then the door closed.....we only come out once the person has exhausted all treatment options. Basically I got the jist of once everything else has failed and they are going to die, that's when we help. My dad's doctor is still moving forward with chemo and has not said he is going to stop. So that door was closed and no help is on the way.

I feel so helpless. My mom and I are they only one's taking care of my dad and we are tired. We need help someone who can come out and stay with my dad at least 2 days a week for at least 8 hours. You can't find that kind of help anywhere. Are we asking too much? What do people do who have family members who are in need of supervision but do not want to make the move to a care facility. I guess they think you can't have your cake and eat it too.

Now don't get me wrong, you can really find that help but that help cost an arm and a leg. Cancer is expensive and that is already eating away at my parent’s money. I help them as much as I can but I can't go into debt either trying to help. That would break my dad's heart.
I just wish my dad could count on his son and his other daughter to provide the help that my mom and I do. DO they not remember our dad busting his ass every day to put food on the table, quite frankly to give us everything we needed? He never complained. His day was always wonderful. I miss those days.