When Joanna was here, she said we should go to a doctor about Cliff's "heartburn". Our GP made us an appointment with a heart specialist for a nuclear stress test. Cliff had had the other, more simple stress test several years ago; now I wish he'd had this one, because he might be in better shape right now.
So Tuesday morning we got there bright and early; Cliff planned to go to work as usual that afternoon.
The doctor told us, in no uncertain terms, that there was a problem, and ordered an angioplasty right then. Bad news. Every artery is blocked. If they did stints, it would take at least five. The doctor recommended bypass surgery, and talked to the surgeon who would perform the operation, if that was Cliff's choice. Cliff stayed at that hospital overnight, his heart being monitored constantly. Because I could see Cliff was very much affected by this sudden bad news, I opted to stay by his side. I didn't want to wake up at home and think about him crying alone.
The surgery has to be performed at a different hospital, so today an ambulance took him there. Cliff's sister from Wisconsin and her husband, and his brother from Kansas, showed up this morning. Both of my son's older children came to visit this evening, along with their mom. Rachel and Kevin have been there, and Pat and Charlene (his sister who lives in this area).
I figured it would be best for me to come on home tonight, because I may very well want to spend tomorrow night in the waiting room outside ICU, where I can check in on him often.
Surgery is scheduled for 7 AM tomorrow morning.
I'm scared. Cliff's scared, especially after the surgeon telling us the risks. I asked the doctor how many bypasses he'd do, and he said as many as he can. He won't know until he's in there.
Everyone in the family is a nervous wreck. Prayers and good thoughts will be much appreciated. If all goes well, Cliff could be home in three to five days.