When the first heart doctor handed us Cliff's options on Thursday, he strongly recommended the bypass surgery. In passing, he mentioned that the bypass is good for ten to fifteen years, adding, "... but who knows what they'll come up with by then?"
In fifteen short years, Cliff will "only" be 75 years old.
It's a risk. Even tonight, I could get a call from the hospital saying something went wrong. Like my friend Sue did. Or Cliff might come home and then take a turn for the worse. Like Carlene's husband did (another of my J-land friends). None of us knows what tomorrow may bring.
As my daughter and I left the waiting room today, I got into a conversation with a fellow who'd been hanging out there for more days than my family had; he congratulated me on how well Cliff was doing, and told me he'd had bypass surgery himself, twenty years ago.
Twenty years? What happened to the ten-to-fifteen span?
That must be the minimum.
I'm off to find lots of heart-healthy recipes. I bid you all good night.
Anybody know of a good salt substitute?