My sister, brother-in-law and dad had a meeting today with his cardiologist at the hospital. Dad’s CT Scan shows he needs a valve larger than the type originally planned. He’s GO for the operation Monday.
There are still concerns about his kidneys, but not enough to stop this train.
My dad’s time at St. Luke’s/Aurora in Milwaukee has been an enjoyable, but somewhat boring, vacation. The staff loves him. He jokes. He flirts. He laughs–and they laugh back.
We were just on the phone. “You know the term ‘F**k you rich,'” I asked him?
The term refers to having so much money you can say anything without worrying about the consequences.
“You’re ‘f**k you old,'” I said. He agreed.
Just by virtue of age, my dad can say or do anything he wants. He’s been given a license to flirt or tell dirty jokes and still come off as adorable.
Now we wait until Monday. We’re told the TAVR procedure will take around five hours.
If spirit and will to live are any indicator, my father will be flirting and telling jokes by Monday dinnertime.
There is danger here. Make no mistake. But the potential payoff is so great, it’s worth the risk.
My dad wants to live life fully.