So, house sitting has commenced, even though we have been camped out here for months awaiting thus commencement. Dad finally received his second heart surgery, with much drama, I might add. And, bonus! He totally survived! And, he has a throat! This may seem trivial to some, but he was told, hours before surgery, hours before being loaded on the air-vac jet for a third time in two months, to go to Vancouver for 'emergency' surgery that kept being post-poned, that the infection that had developed in his previous graft, the graft that is holding his aorta together, thus not allowing the pesky little aneurysm to kill him, had jumped to his esophagus and eaten through it and they would now have to remove said esophagus. Oh, and he had a 10% chance of surviving this heart surgery. No problem. Because he had a zero chance of surviving the surgery he received 13 months ago. So, we all know how that ball bounces. Anyways, he is nice and alive, with a new graft to replace the infected one, and this graft is bigger, thus covering the newly enlarged and ever more present aneurysm that was trying even harder to negate his existence. And, double bonus! The infection hadn't jumped to his esophagus, it was more of an internal pressure sore from the pressure of the aneurysm on his esophagus and they were able to do a patch job instead of an extraction job...so he'll be able to eat food again, which makes life much tastier, if your going to bother living said life.
It's really been a long weekend.
There is more to this story. Perhaps there will be a part three. Or there will be pictures. You just never know.
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I am glad he made it.
Damn.
hope he's ok for a long while.
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