I'm sitting in a waiting room, trying to not freak out. Nothing serious is happening today, just a catheterization, where they poke a camera up inside you and check for blood vessel blockages that might affect cardiac surgery in some way. It's referred to as a "cath," which is slightly jarring because that's the name of a close friend. I'm just a little scared and a little sad.
Anyway, today is just a test, if a fairly invasive one (the camera goes into an artery (I think) near your groin. Easiest way to the heart, I gather. So it's nothing to be worried about. I just got hit with a wave as we came over the George Washington Bridge that this wasn't like any of the other thousands of times I've come over that bridge. It's a step into the unknown.
I have every reason to feel hopeful about the result. Ronnie's and therefore our quality of life should improved noticeably. We're in one of the best possible places in the world to get this done. It's just, well, major surgery. I have no experience with this. My mother died of ALS and she just gradually faded away. My dad has a pacemaker and has had some relatively minor cardiac procedures done. But nobody's been opened up like this before. So it's hard not to have a kind of nervous expectation.
So I indulge myself in the trivia of logistics, making sure we got out in time, getting parked, all that kind of stuff. Next is to find the hotel section of the hospital where I'm staying for the week or so we're her. Lunch fits in there somewhere, probably from a food truck (#5 area lunch place on Yelp and just downstairs). Then it's waiting until 5:45 tomorrow morning when they take Ronnie from her room to prep for surgery. Wonder how I'll fill that time.
That's all for now. Back soon.
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