About 8 years ago my dad, a Vietnam combat veteran, filed a claim with the VA seeking benefits for a medical condition that is linked to Agent Orange exposure. They denied his original claim and there were appeals and remands and a lot of "hurry up and wait" for the next 4 or 5 years. A few years ago it was set for appeal to the US Court of Appeals for Veterans Claims in DC. I took his file and went through it and we worked on his appeal together. We put together an argument that I thought was pretty good. The hours I spent learning about this stuff...crazy. But this is my dad, you know, and this was a chance for me to have HIS back for a change.
I wrote the brief for the DC court and we won a remand in which the Court took apart the VA for the way it handled the case to that point. That was about a year and a half ago. The case went back to the VA, who solicited a separate medical opinion from a VA doc who hadn't yet reviewed the case. Fresh eyes, I guess. That doctor gave an opinion and two weeks ago I submitted our brief in response and our final argument. Today, while I played hooky and watched the Tigers get a well-earned Opening Day win, my dad called:
"Hey," he said. "We beat 'em."
Ok, his language might have been a little more colorful.
This one was so personal I can't even...I could quit doing this job tomorrow or I could do it for another 100 years, but I can't imagine ever being happier or more proud of a win. I can't explain what it means to me to come through for somebody who's come through for me so many times.
I don't mean to crow or get into a look-at-me thing. Just wanted to share that because these are the kinds of things that make all of the BS we often encounter in this job so very effing worth it. They can be few and far between, but I'm going to live on this one for a good while. Today was a good day.