My dad's heart surgery was scheduled for around noonish today, but he got bumped to first in line, so he's now already on his way to (if not actually at) the hospital.
I'm a third layer down the phone tree (wait, fourth), but given how many kids there are to keep connected, that's what works. It lets my step-mom have to only call one person with updates, which takes some of the burden off her. She's very good at taking care of dad, so I'm okay with her putting her energy there.
They have a lot of work to do in there - three different things amiss. And his innards aren't exactly typical (his circulatory system appears to be atypical, to say the least). Plus whatever they find while they're in there. At least cholesterol isn't an issue (his arteries are squeaky clean - low cholesterol runs in the family, his is actually 'too low', as is mine, though mine isn't quite as much too low).
He has a great team, experienced and practiced. He's very good at spotting good teams, probably a feature of having worked on creating good teams for so long. Plus he has something of an insiders view of medicine, despite that not being his career area - his mom was a hospital nurse, and didn't stint on passing on tips about how to make life better for yourself if you're in the hospital. She'd also spent a good chunk of time in a hospital as a patient (after her uterus ruptured with my dad's birth), so she had both sides of the view.
Anyway, the adventure continues today. I'm nervous, but not worried, if that makes sense. The odds of catastrophic failure are higher than for most surgeries, but they're still low enough given the team that's doing the job. It's a risk balanced against a risk - risk dying in a relatively known situation now in order to prevent the risk of dying unexpectedly later. Either way, there would be some odds against, and I'll take the 'professional team working on him' odds by preference over the 'how long will your heart continue to function with the combination of factors in decline' odds.
I wish we'd have been able to get together before the surgery, but it's really a matter of proximity (time-wise). The last time we were together over the summer was good. The kids enjoyed it, and the connections continue to grow. I have a lovely pic of dad talking with Mr G about Mr G's dreams and goals, sitting together on the porch swing. Having a visit more proximate to the surgery isn't necessary, it just feels that way.
Surgery may take up to 10 hours. Likely less than that, but that's the outer edge. And they'll keep him under for a while after that, so tomorrow before we know how he's actually 'doing' (rather than just how the surgery went).
I have mentioned before that I don't like waiting, right?
I love you, dad. You've got my prayers and positive energy. Next adventure underway...