This is what I look like when I have been at the hospital all the live-long day.
Paul's procedure went well. He had to have a scope thing-y done, sorry for being so science-y. The asophagus is right next to the heart, so the scope scoped out his heart, checking for clots or deformities, and it found all to be a-Okay.
He was a little drowsy from this, but waited happily for the real fun to begin...we had to wait quite a while, apparently the first patient of the day, the person before Paul, had some complications, which is never a good thing for morale.
Paul went in the operating room, or procedure room, or if we were English, the operating "Theatre"....at a little after two, and came out at 7:30. That's a long time. There was much more to this than I had realized. The blood must be thinnned, then with it is all over, thickened back up. He was sedated and intubated and an area of his heart was frozen. The asopagus was also frozen, an unwanted side effect, so he has to have another scope put down there tomorrow to make sure it wasn't damaged.
His heart seems to be in normal rhythm, and the procedure went well. It was a long process, and rather scary, from my point of view. Our friend Cathy, who spent the entire afternoon and evening with us, jumped up and down, and I mean actually jumped up and down after the doctor/surgeon came in to tell us it was a success. Cathy works with that dr. as his scrub nurse/operating room assistant, and she has been in lots of these procedures, so she knows lots of stuff. And while ignorance is bliss, being In The Know is probably not bliss.
Anyway, while Paul was having fun, we went out for Greek food. mmmm. Not bad.
When we were allowed in the recovery room to see him, I was so tempted to snap a picture, but oh, so tacky. But honestly, he looked so cute and handsome. He didn't shave this morning, so he was all rugged and bristly. And his glasses weren't on, and he was lying there a little confused, but happy, relieved it was over, and thankful it went well. He was tired, but he asked me how I was doing, and how things were going at home. He certainly is a keeper, and I love him. I am very glad things went well. I cannot even imagine...never mind.
It was hard to say goodbye to him, but I did. I wanted to stay and sleep in the chair in his room....
First thing in the morning, I will leave to go spend some time with him, then bring him home. Sonja K. is going with me. She was here in the living room when I got home this evening, and said she would gladly skip school to go with me.
Also, our friend Dave had good news with his surgery on Monday: the cancerous tumor was safely removed, and the two other tumors were biopsied, and found to be benign. Excellent news!
And, tomorrow morning, bright and early, my brother Bob is having surgery on his back. At the same hospital Paul is in. When it rains it pours. I am hoping and praying that Bob's surgery goes as well as Dave's, and Paul's did.