Today, in about an hour in fact, my mother is scheduled for an anteriogram. Again.
Well, not again, to be precise, but this is another heart procedure we had hoped we would not be facing. Nearly three years ago, she had bypass surgery, which was probably one of the scariest things I've experienced. If asked to rate "Seeing your mom split open like a roasting chicken and then sewn back together" on the scary scale, it would be, well, up there, for me.
They were going to do the procedure last night, but her kidneys aren't in the best condition, and that dye is toxic. They couldn't risk rushing in and damaging them, so all last night she was treated to hospital food and medicine designed to protect them from the dye this morning.
And today, they will (assuming all went well last night), shoot dye inside my mom, and when the blockage is found (they are convinced, based on her symptoms the past month that they are indeed dealing with a blockage), they will put in a stint. Because heck, why not? They're already in there. Modern medicine still kind of blows my mind.
It struck me that when Paul came back to my house to do a repair on the kitchen tile, he didn't charge me. I told mom to ask if there was a free repair policy on something so much more important than kitchen tile. It seems like a fair question.
It also strikes me how much I worry about kitchen tile and business plans and retiring my last debt. Sometimes, you get jolts from life itself that put things into perspective.
So, I hope I don't have to tell you where I will be driving this weekend, after work on Friday. I know, it's Father's Day and all. But having mom home safely after a successful procedure? I bet dad would take that over a new set of golf clubs just about any day of the week.
--Laura
Well, not again, to be precise, but this is another heart procedure we had hoped we would not be facing. Nearly three years ago, she had bypass surgery, which was probably one of the scariest things I've experienced. If asked to rate "Seeing your mom split open like a roasting chicken and then sewn back together" on the scary scale, it would be, well, up there, for me.
They were going to do the procedure last night, but her kidneys aren't in the best condition, and that dye is toxic. They couldn't risk rushing in and damaging them, so all last night she was treated to hospital food and medicine designed to protect them from the dye this morning.
And today, they will (assuming all went well last night), shoot dye inside my mom, and when the blockage is found (they are convinced, based on her symptoms the past month that they are indeed dealing with a blockage), they will put in a stint. Because heck, why not? They're already in there. Modern medicine still kind of blows my mind.
It struck me that when Paul came back to my house to do a repair on the kitchen tile, he didn't charge me. I told mom to ask if there was a free repair policy on something so much more important than kitchen tile. It seems like a fair question.
It also strikes me how much I worry about kitchen tile and business plans and retiring my last debt. Sometimes, you get jolts from life itself that put things into perspective.
So, I hope I don't have to tell you where I will be driving this weekend, after work on Friday. I know, it's Father's Day and all. But having mom home safely after a successful procedure? I bet dad would take that over a new set of golf clubs just about any day of the week.
--Laura
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