On Tuesday, Mike had a triple bypass. He's 45 and he's strong, but his health has been declining recently in kind of an alarming way. We thought he was just "out of shape" and that the difference in his health was due to living a far more sedentary lifestyle in CA than we did in MA. In Boston, just the commute to work meant walking over a mile. We walked EVERYWHERE. If parking was more difficult than taking public transportation, we hoofed it to the train station. Here, the public transportation system is the pits and every shop, every building has ample parking.
Mike was complaining of having some pain in the chest, and he was also contemplating starting an exercise routine. He decided to go see his doctor first (thank God) and ended up going for a stress test (positive) and then an angiogram (confirming the stress test results) where we found out that Mike needed a bypass.
Needless to say it has been an emotional few weeks leading up to his surgery this past Tuesday. It has been hard to be so far from Mike's family and our Boston friends, but we've felt their support from afar, and we've got friends here (and employers) who have been incredibly supportive. We are lucky.
Mike's surgery went very well on Tuesday. It was a long and stressful day and seeing him still sedated and hooked up to so many scary looking machines was so awful. I'm glad that he was sedated though so that he didn't see how that was the one time during the day that I totally fell apart.
I'm about to get ready to head back to the hospital. Mike's still in ICU (we hope that he'll move to his own room today) so that means that I can only be there between 9am and 9pm. Once he moves to his own room there are no set visiting hours and I can stay overnight.
Mike is being a very good patient - doing all of the exercises he's asked to do, getting up and into a chair for meals, and taking a first walk into the ICU hallway last night. His care team has been really incredible and I am grateful for every kindness they've shown both me and Mike.
I'll be on leave until the first week of December and I'm hopeful that I'll be able to blog more regularly, re-establish a connection to the knitting/fiber arts community (where are they these days? Instagram? Twitter? I feel like an out-of-touch old lady about social media), walk the dogs a lot, prepare for the most meaningful Thanksgiving I've ever had (people, I am THANKFUL this year), knit more Christmas gifts than I've been able to in previous years, keep an eye on Mike but NOT drive him crazy (when I asked his surgeon what were the top 5 things I needed to be worried about once Mike got home from the hospital he said "You just need to relax and use common sense". That's when I knew he was the perfect surgeon for Mike) and just enjoy having the ability to spend these next few weeks focusing on what's truly important in my life.