The insanity that is my life has grown limbs, kidnapped us, and carried us up the beanstalk to FMLville.
I’m extremely relieved by what we’ve learned. The problem IS fixable. My task is to make sure he gets the best possible care. This is made much easier since everyone in both of our families knows what’s going on. He has a dozen crazy female advocates in his corner now. I suppose I should be jealous, but I decline such help because we’re not talking about heart surgery with my shit. Pericarditis is no biggie. I got rid of that in two weeks. His problem is a HUGE deal.
This is a great video that explains it in a way most will understand, so I’ve shared it with several people. The same youtube channel explains many different diseases in the same manner, including Crohn’s and Lupus.
He doesn’t share the same level of positivity as I do. I know it’s not going to be easy. Open heart surgery is a big deal, but his chances of survival are somewhere north of 99% with surgery, and he should fully recover if his aortic valve is able to be repaired. As it stands, his aortic valve looks perfectly healthy. He’s worried about brain damage from surgery, but I’ve assured him his brain is already damaged so he won’t even notice a difference! Ha!
I’m trying to be supportive and allay his fears while being realistic at the same time. It’s a delicate balance. I’m not one to sugarcoat anything, so some of what I say probably isn’t comforting at all, but I do know that it’ll take lots of patience and resolve to make it through recovery and he’s married to the right person for that. I’m not the best cheerleader, but it beats being stuck in your own head if you happen to be singing the DOOM song on repeat.
“Ghosts That We Knew”, Mumford & Sons, Babel 2012