Took Dad to hospital at 6 am yesterday for surgery. He was taken into the OR at 12:30 pm. I knew my Dad's heart was operating at a low percentage, but didn't realize it was just 10%. I also was not informed about how risky this surgery would be as my parents kept referring to it as a "bypass." So, I was thinking bypass as in the singular form of bypass.
Around 7:00 pm, the doctor came in. The operation took 6 hours or so. He ended up having a quadruple bypass. Then there was a "leaky valve" and a big clot. They replaced a few of the things with pig stuff, I think. He was considered too old for titanium or porcelain. I guess the pig stuff lasts for 15 years or so. Even with the quadruple bipass, his maximum heart efficiency will be 25%, which is still a lot more than previously.
The clot is of major concern right now as it determines if he stroked or will stroke in the next 24-48 hours. At 7:45 pm, we got to see Dad for a brief moment. Initially, I saw someone who looked like my Dad in room 8 and I was freaking out. The man was struggling to breathe at all and it wasn't a pretty sight. Luckily the nurse said he was in room 7. Phew! Dad looked puffy and was bleeding quite a bit...from the heart and the grafts from his legs. My sister was on the verge of tears because of the breathing tube and all the other connections. I actually thought he looked pretty good other than the fact that he looked bloated.
I was most nervous talking to him before going in because I was beginning to understand the gravity of the situation. I think that they (Mom & Dad) were trying to obscure the level of risk from me because of everything I've been through this past year.
Dad is still not awake, which is typical after an operation like this, and they will slowly try to wake him up throughout the day so they can ask him questions to see if any stroking occurred.
I thank everyone for their thoughts and prayers. I know it isn't over yet, but it was nice knowing people were wishing him well yesterday.
I also want to express my deepest condolences to GWP and his family for their recent loss....
Mom, sister & I went in to see Dad at 12 noon yesterday. (Anything earlier is considered bad because the doctors are in the morning rounds.)
We missed a call from Dad's doctor on route, so when we got in, we were told he had some leakage still from one of the things (it gets so confusing after a while which is what) so they had to re-open him up and was under heavy sedation.
I was looking forward to seeing my father 1/2 lucid, but it wasn't meant to be yesterday. He missed Leap Year Day entirely...but seeing how it is just an extra day, I am sure he'd be okay with it.
The two positives were: the night prior his lips were starting to move so they had to re-sedate him (because of the breathing tube) and this morning they tried to slowly lift him from sedation and asked him to wiggle his toes and fingers and he could. He couldn't open his eyes because he is still swollen/bloated...even more than the initial day of the operation. I touched his feet and arm to let him know (even if he won't remember it) that I was there.
Last night, I woke up at 3am...and talked with my three cats to tell them "everything was going to be fine" and talked to God (which I only tend to do in major times of crisis, unfortunately) that any potential exchange that I had to make by losing my husband to still having my father for a little while longer was completely worth it. I love my Dad very much.
Tonight it is supposed to snow and into mid-day. It could be rain, too. We will most likely go into Boston tomorrow in the afternoon. I hope they begin to wake him slowly so he can see us, but also don't want him in any pain. He's going to hate waking up to the breathing tube. I am sure anyone would.
Waking up at night/early morning is difficult for me as it is still dark. I went to use the bathroom not long ago and heard an owl hooting outside. In the dark, my mind drifts to unpleasantries whereas in the morning with the sun, everything seems hopeful and right in the world.
I received some mail yesterday from the attorney concerning my situation. It was pretty disturbing as I am slowly finding out what my husband is currently up to. I used to discuss such things with Dad so not having my com padre there was difficult. I tried to talk with Mom & for the first time in a long time, she discussed the idea of us all moving out of Massachusetts...which might not be a bad thing.
Again, thanks for your well wishes. Like Uncorked said, we have an amazing bunch of people here that deeply care for one another. Hard to even think this type of bond could exist with total strangers on an e-commerce site.