so. guess who's going under the knife tomorrow... not me. not you. yep. you guessed it. gigglemom.
she's got that blood clot in her aorta, right? yes. it's frigging huge (see diagram) so. tomorrow morning she's having something called a axillary bi-fem bypass (at this juncture, consider the fact that i am commenting now about the "bi-fem" title as having addressed the possibility of a bunch of jokes, but i will go on with the rest of the post. thanks. don't bother slapping bi-fem comments in there.)
anyway, where was i? yeah. bilateral femoral artery. Bilateral means both sides (left and right) and femoral artery is the one in the groin (just near the crease at the bottom of your torso and before your legs). What they plan to do is bypass the area where the problem is (the aorta) so that they can safely work on it. Think of it like a road detour...when the road is ripped up so they can repair, they detour your car to another road. They will be detouring her blood another way so that they can remove the clot without interrupting blood flow.
but. what they are doing is going in under the collarbone and then snagging arteries (from what i understood) and also using synthetic stuff to graft/grapht (yeah, most likely bastardizing that word. tell me about it later. not now. not in the mood.)
thing is, she's reeeeeeeeeeally high risk. what, with the heart and lung crap. and apparently the body could reject this whole thing.
a little nerve-wracking. yes.
anyway. no idea what time the surgery is. i have to call the nurse's station at 8am they said (which means i am getting all shirley maclaine/terms of endearment on their asses at 7am)
i'm having issues with the lack of response from the nurses this time around. the [past number of times she's been in there, they've been on her like white on rice. this go'round they've been not so keen.]
oh and this surgery has nothing to do with the effed up muscles in her legs. she may not get the use of them back fully.
suuuuuuuuuuure. when they plied me with the ponies, the horsies, the 9 trips to disney world, the new cars and stuff, they failed to mention the whole "oh by the way, you're going to have to play the parent in 20 years."
is it too late to give back one of my ponies and call it even?
