Another birthday …

Monday, July 9 was my son’s birthday. Friday is the FBH’s. We plan a dinner at La Capannina’s in Scarborough.

Dinners with the family are one of my favourite events, whether it’s a birthday or not. So, after the couple of week’s we’ve had, we are looking forward to this more than ever.

It’s a wonderful night celebrating Her birthday. She is spoilt for gifts. The kids throw love at Her like it’s going out of fashion.

We stay overnight at the Rendezvous Hotel. A great way to end the week and chill before the week ahead.

Friday, 13 July

And we’re back…

Back at the surgeon’s!

We’re a bit more organised now and the process begins.

The nurse does an ECG. Normal. How nice!

Then it’s in to see the surgeon.

It’s very matter of fact but pleasant.

He lists off a range of items:

  • I’ll need 3 months to recover 😐
  • Very little out of pocket expense!
  • Mental health is probably the biggest issue. (Not the “cutting open” and the “fiddling around inside” part?)

And then the explanation of what needs to happen.

He’s done this so many times it’s almost boring. But it does build my confidence. Am I feeling better about this?

July 11

How are YOU feeling …

There’s another person involved in this journey… the FBH!

I have to deal with the physical, emotional and mental side but she has to deal with the emotional and mental side.

That makes it harder for her in a way. She has to stand by and watch and “make do”. She’ll need support as well and, while I’m recovering, I’m not sure I’ll be the one to supply it.

We discuss this as we head into this change in our lives and tell her how much I feel for her.

I apologise for putting her in this situation.

July 10

At the Surgeon’s …

This is the first day of the rest of your life they say…

We take the train to the hospital because we’re not sure where to go and the last thing we need is to get lost in traffic, take a wrong turn etc.

It all turns out to be quite simple and we arrive at the Surgeon’s office quite early.

We head to the cafe.

When we return we’re told “He’s still in surgery but he’ll be here soon.”

… soon …

… soon …

And then …

“The surgery is taking longer than expected, we’ll need to reschedule!”

OK!

July 9 – The Boy’s 28th birthday! Happy birthday, son! 😐

The Weekend …

Previously on …

I’d got the news I needed heart surgery yesterday so what do you do Saturday?

You go to parkrun!

We were just going to walk this one and we took the Dog as a treat for him.

Being July the weather was bloody cold and The Dog wanted to stop at every plant and own it! (I.e pee on everything!) It was a very uncomfortable walk.

You can see from the map we headed home after only 500m.

My frame of mind may have had something to do with it. We were both a little distracted.

July 7

The waiting β€œgame” …

Back at work waiting for the call from the Cardiologist.

I get 3 or 4 random calls between Thursday and Friday! I never get random calls!

I have to leave meetings just in case it’s … the call!

To say I was a little on edge would be putting it mildly.

Eventually the call came mid afternoon Friday.

“Yes, the recommendation is open heart surgery.”

“I have a good surgeon for you, probably the best in Perth. He does the heart transplants at Fiona Stanley Hospital!”

Me: Uh-huh

“You have an appointment with him on Monday!”

OK!

Friday, July 6

The Cardiologist (2)

We had an appointment with the Cardiologist later that day.

It’s funny how quickly things move along. I’d gone from being okay to requiring heart surgery.

The Cardiologist went over the findings and talked about stents versus open heart surgery. He didn’t need to convince me in favour of open heart surgery.

While stents have their place, surgery seems to be a more “permanent” solution and I was happy to go down that path.

He would get opinions from colleagues and then advise me of his full recommendation.

β€œI’ll be in touch in two days.”

July 4 (evening)