In the tornado of activity over the last few days stemming from the second SA results, there are a few things I haven’t mentioned:
My LAP is *officially* scheduled for next Thursday, February 25 at 9:45 am. My pre-op appointment is the morning before, from 8 to 11. My friend Mic over at IF Crossroads has gone above and beyond to help answer all of my weird and even some embarrassing questions about what to expect before, during, and after surgery. She even sent me a recommended shopping list! I don’t know how I could ever thank her for being so kind and supportive. I appreciate her SO much.
The closing date of March 1 is looking less and less achievable. I’m trying to stay positive, but I would be really shocked if it we hit that day.
Thank you, Kelly, for nominating me for a blog award! I promise I will post on the ten things I love later today. :)
I still have not received the results of my MRI, and it’s now been over a week. So yesterday I called to see what was up. The receptionist said that both the doctor and nurse were out of the office this afternoon, but that my results had arrived from the hospital early last week. When I asked why I hadn’t been contacted yet, her response was: "It's not our responsibility to call you and tell you the results. It's your responsibility to call and schedule a follow up." Um, so my response was: “So you’re saying if there was something seriously wrong--say I had cancer--you would still want ME to call for the results?” She got super snippy with me and told me she would have the nurse return my call today. I can’t wait to talk to this nurse and tell her about the woman’s behavior. It was horrible.
And last but not least, my aunt. I’ve wanted to write a whole post about this, but I really didn’t have the right words to say. My aunt has been feeling sick the past couple of months. She, my uncle, and my two cousins live in the mountains of North Carolina, so they don’t exactly have the best medical facilities. Regardless, she went to several hospitals and had many tests run, with no conclusive results as to why she was feeling bad.
Last week, her son from a previous marriage got married in California. She was feeling bad, but there was no way she would miss her son’s wedding. When she returned home, the pain was so unbearable, she had to call 911. When they took her to the hospital, she had a massive heart attack. Apparently, she’s been having mild heart attacks for weeks and didn’t know. On Saturday night while I was at a good friend’s wedding, they performed “emergency” heart surgery (quadruple bypass) after she became increasingly unstable.
I’m happy to say that after a few very scary days, she’s doing much better. They were able to take her off of the breathing tube yesterday. She’s only 45 and still not out of the woods yet, but it was hard for all of us to imagine her youngest child, my 13-year-old cousin, going through her teenage years without a mother.
Thinking about my aunt over the past few days has put things into perspective. I’m still here. Joey’s still here. We’re healthy and happy, and, for the most part, everything is going well in our lives. It’s just that one little thing that eludes us. I hope it’s waiting for us at the end of the road. But until then, I’m trying my very best to be focused on what I do have.