"What are the risks of the surgery?" I tried to ask an intelligent question after the doctor casually said Mom needed to have her aorta replaced.
"Heart attack and stroke."
Mom blanched. But I persevered with the next question.
"What are the risks of not having the surgery?"
"An even greater risk of heart attack and stroke, as well as congestive heart failure."
"And the longer she waits ..." I let the statement dangle.
"The weaker she will get." Without his stating it directly, he implied she could reach a point where surgery would no longer be an option.
So easy to make the decision, once we had all the facts.
She goes back on August 29th. The surgery will be shortly after the ACFW conference in Minneapolis.
Mom is terrified. I am more hopeful. After surgery, I hope she will regain some of the energy she has lost in recent months; that she will feel better than she has in a long time. Still, it's a scary prospect.
Those of you who know my sweet Mom also know how anxious she gets about the littlest things. She is battling a desire to finish everything she ever wanted to do--in the next six weeks--in case this is the end. Pray for a balance between frantic activity and being immobilized by anxiety. Pray for me, too, that I will have the extra level of sensitivity and patience that I so often lack.
Thanks for staying with me--with us--through this difficult year.