The doctor just came in to let us know he was all done. He's fine and we should be able to see him in about 45 minutes.
Of course, as soon as the door opened and I saw a white coat, I went into cautious panic mode. Here's how the beginning of the conversation went:
Hi, I'm Dr. So and so, I did the procedure on your son, I'm sorry -
And I panicked for a few seconds until she finished up with - I wasn't there to meet you beforehand.
HELLO! You NEVER start a conversation like this with "I'm sorry..."!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sammy's cardiologist came in to talk to us, told us Sammy's a great candidate for the Fontan - his pressures are great, his ballooned aorta is one of the best developed ballooned aortas they've seen, everything looks fantastic. They did have to coil off one collateral artery off the aorta, so it's iffy as to whether or not we get to go home today. They're currently applying pressure to the entrypoints, and once he's all settled, we get to go be there when he wakes.
Phew. Step 4 out of 5 in this journey done - Norwood, pre-Glenn cath, Glenn, pre-Fontan cath. Now, one more step ahead of us and hopefully the last one for a very, very long time.




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