Meeting the Surgeon
Don and I met the surgeon the other day. The autumn wreath greeted us.
We headed in, knowing that we would probably leave with a decision. An angiogram a week earlier, showed that Don could go either way, stent or bypass. I saw that wreath and knew our fall focus would be pretty different, if we went the route of surgery. 8 weeks of recovery for that.
In the Office
Don and I showed up in masks. We showed our phones to the receptionist, so she could see we'd done our Covid questionnaire. I hate the idea of hospitals, in times of Covid.
We waited in the examining room together. We kept things light and even made jokes about the ugly heart model that decorated the counter. But we had a good and serious talk with Dr. A, for an hour. He penciled Don in for bypass surgery in a week. Don signed some papers and we both laughed nervously together. "I feel like we just sighed up for a timeshare." Dr A had made us feel relaxed and confident and convinced... but it all happened too fast.
Lucky for us, we have family that can help us with decisions. The next day, our nephew discussed the details of Don's case, with his cardiology team at Stanford.
Don and I are feeling much better, knowing that many people have weighed in and all are in agreement about the bypass decision. It's not what we planned this fall. We'll have to juggle the calendar and cancel a thing or two, but we feel grateful. Don looked pretty cheery last night, with this baby glass of wine.
Cheers to Don and cheers to living in one of the top medical communities in the world!
Cancer - Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 13, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!