My husband will be getting a multiple bypass a week from tomorrow.
The development of this situation happened very quickly, or took years, depending on how you look at it. The heart blockages developed over several years, exacerbated by family history. How we found out about it has been a whirlwind of tests and doctor’s appointments,
Richard is young for this — he’s only 57. But that family history made it inescapable, I think. Despite the statins he has taken religiously for years, he has some arterial blockage, and open heart surgery is the best option.
I am dealing with this rather stoically. I think the medication I’m on helps me stay on an even keel. I’m a lot more helpful to him in a stoical mood than I would be with my mother’s way of dealing with medical emergencies — she would browbeat someone for being sick. (Honestly, you would think my broken leg was something I’d deliberately done to myself.) The day of, however, I will be covering up panic.
So I’m taking thoughts and prayers that all goes well. There will be pain (my husband admits he’s a wimp about pain — we’ll see) and recovery time (from what I hear, the cracked breastbone will require more recovery time than the heart) and I will be the responsible person for a while.
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