That’s what my cardiologist called me this morning.
Surgery to drain the fluid around the heart will be on Friday and I will be in the hospital (but up and around…when I’m not napping) for, it sounds like, 2-3 nights. The important thing is to get ALL of the fluid out. I will be followed for this as well for a while with scans and doctor visits.
It’s a fun moment when the nurse at pre-admission starts laughing when she asks the “are you currently experiencing any stress or anxiety” question. Haha.
The upshot of the heart situation is that if the fluid comes back quickly that could move up the chemo start date. If not…maybe not. That is still very much up in the air and we are still hopeful we can delay. That said, it would seem that we need to be ready for anything on any given day. Which is…maybe a helpful attitude to have for life in general, but gets a little tiring when you keep getting called on it.
It’s late and there are more details to all aspects of our lives that I could write about but won’t so I can go to sleep. Anyone know the patron saint of insomniacs?