Central air-conditioning was a non-negotiable point when shopping for our house a few years ago, what with having enough of the sweaty and miserable nights and days of my youth. But it wasn't the cool, dry air wafting ever so softly out of the vents that gave me a brief case of the chills yesterday. It was in actuality the sobering news that my son's surgery of four years ago had been outgrown, and more was looming soon on the horizon.
Good news? The fact that he had grown. He's approaching six feet.
Bad news? Another open heart surgery.
Good news/Bad news all around, in so many aspects. We have a choice this time, not only of fixes, but of world class surgeons.
I may rail against NorVa, but there are some perks. Proximity to so much experience, so many facilities is priceless when it comes down to the wire. The idea of having to cross the country to get him great medical service is appalling. And scary. I admit it, I'm a homebody. Now that I have a home of my own, I'm pretty vested in my policy of non-wandering, for now. I still get itchy when I think that I've been in the area for a whole ten years, but the soothing balm of a well-healed child works it's magic every time.
So, now begins the research, the phone calls, and the interviews to find the best of the best of the best surgeon and fix for my manchild. I thank the ethereal powers that be that it is now, and not a generation ago. Medical science has come leaps and bounds since then. Whew.
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