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More Ontarian, I would say.This page is a complete mystery to me - are you all talking some kind of Canadian dialect?????
No reason they couldn't keep calling themselves CCAC's if they want to. Their function (home care co-ordination and long term care applications) is still the same. Administratively they are part of the LHIN's but their function is unchanged. As of now, at least.Really hard to keep up, and my sister still works for the CCAC/LIN 'thing'...
No reason they couldn't keep calling themselves CCAC's if they want to.
Home and Community Care seems to be the preferred terminology. For what was formerly CCAC. Like this:
Home and Community Care
Toronto Central
Local Health Integration Network
I guess we will all be saying HACC before too long. Most unfortunate when you think about it. Because we won't be saying H-A-C-C we will be saying what sounds like "Hack".![]()
Yes, good to remember that individual provinces have pretty unique systems, despite attempts at portability.
And the CCAC/.LHIN (the administration) are part of the the Ontario health care system - but they are allowed to contract out for home health care services (the practical). I would not give Ontario's system an A grade.
AFAIK they are not only allowed but required to contract out. There is a complicated bidding system for the contracts.And the CCAC/.LHIN (the administration) are part of the the Ontario health care system - but they are allowed to contract out for home health care services (the practical). I would not give Ontario's system an A grade.
Have never heard C-Kak in this neck of the woods. It is always CCAC.We're just saying LHIN (pronounced "lin"). It's actually easier to say than CCAC (which you had to spell out or say "C-Kak" which sounds kind of gross).
You've lost me.HACC or gaugh now ... Goth IHC? Ko sin tight ...? Like those ogres on the European Cathedrals ... scary !
You've lost me.
Seeler wakes up from a nap in the comfy chair by the fireplace and wonders for a moment where she is - what foreign languages are these people speaking. With itchy watery eyes she peers around the room and everything falls into place.
People, I have a cold -- a sneezing, coughing, aching, miserable cold -- the kind of cold where I just need someone to tuck an afghan around me, bring me a hot lemon drink, and say 'Oh, you poor, poor little thing.'