It had taken me a few weeks of debating politeness versus curiosity to approach someone I barely knew and ask him about his medical history. But, I reasoned, in his introduction to the class I was coordinating he had mentioned having heart surgery—it wasn’t a secret. Still, I didn’t want to be rude.
I also knew that my motivation was selfish. I wasn’t particularly interested in his actual condition or surgical procedure; I just wanted reassurance that heart surgery was not the end of the world.
Medically, I’m not terribly worried about Victor’s next heart surgery. Most likely, it will happen in Boston where we have some of the best hospitals and doctors in the world. And with medical technology improving exponentially, who knows where we’ll be when surgery time comes? Maybe doctors will be able to use the Force to convince his heart to work correctly.
It’s what comes after the surgery that I worry about. Will the recovery knock my husband out for months? Will I need to be out of work to take care of him? Of course, each surgery is different, but hearing more people’s experiences, and knowing they got through it all OK, is very reassuring.
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