Good news and bad news

Well, I got her back. The unit where she went had been built since I last went to that hospital, typical. Still, I found it and they let me park right next to the emergency entrance so she wouldn't have to walk far.

She's not supposed to do anything at all today, which is fair enough. What I'm not sure about is if she should be back to normal routine tomorrow, I'd rather she took it a bit easy for a day or two.

I was surprised how much it took out of me. I think that by the time we got home I was feeling worse than she was, and I don't feel all that brilliant this morning, either. It's not as if what I did yesterday was particularly stressful, we've been to Reading before and shopped. I think I'm probably just off colour at the moment. (I have a sort of "reserve tank" that I know I can use to get through things like this. I know I'll pay for it for the next couple of days.)

The bad news is she definitely has a problem. This means I'm going to get awfully familiar with that unit, I think. There's a diagram they gave her which shows two blockages down the Left Coronary Artery (LCA), one blocked 95% and the other blocked 100%[1]. The reason that she's not had a heart attack so far is because there's an auxiliary feed from the Right Coronary Artery which joins the LCA below the blockage.

They think they can fix the blockage with a stent. Since one of the blockages is right at a Y-joint, I'll be interested to see how they do this, but I digress. The alternative is a bypass op.

I've always assumed that I was the ill member of our partnership, and it is a bit of a jolt to realise that she's just as vulnerable as I am to the inevitabilities of ageing. I find myself confronted with the distinct possibility that I might have to consider life without her in the future (the converse is also possible, of course, but I shouldn't be in a state where that will bother me by then). I think I should be able to cope, but who knows what one will feel like when the time comes? It has made both of us re-evaluate our preparations for the future. Fortunately, we're not afraid to talk about such things.

Still, we press on. I'm not going to stop coming here, and I certainly don't intend to stop posting here in the future. There may just be... gaps.

Penny

[1] The whole thing was done with, and by, computers. Including the diagnosis. Isn't technology wonderful? What can possibly go wrong?

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