We are heading into a seven day period of major doctoring for Hubby -- and hoping beyond hope that we get some answers.
Tomorrow Hubby starts off with his second physical therapy session at 7:30 in the morning. Needless to say he is going to those by himself. He claims, though, that he likes the exercises and he thinks they will improve his balance and walking considerably.
At 11:00 we meet with the Cardiology Clinic associated with Midwest Heart Associates and Dr. Wineburg, our new cardiologist. This is a group of nurses who monitor meds and are available 24 / 7 for consultation. They also act as liaisons between all the doctors we are seeing.
Hubby gets a rest then until Monday when he goes to Research Hospital admitting -- and though he isn't being admitted, he is being fitted for a heart monitor and has a full day of appointments around the monitor.
On Tuesday he meets with a pulmonary specialist, again at Research Hospital. At least a full morning has been carved out for this appointment, necessitating our moving his third physical therapy appointment to another date.
We get a little break for Thanksgiving but the week after we start again, this time seeing our general physician, Dr. Patel, who will be back from his honeymoon and then with another cardiology specialist with Midwest Heart Associates to see what other options are open to us.
The blessing in all this, of course, is that Dr. Wineburg has followed through on everything he heard us talk about in our meeting. We may not be able to solve all Hubby's heart problems, we may not even get answers we want to hear, but we will get some response to our concerns -- and at least we know we are being heard and the doctors are concerned.
The physical therapy is addressing Hubby's tiredness and weakness. The pulmonary specialist will look at the lingering lung problems and congestion that Hubby repeatedly experiences. We know the heart can not be repaired and we have reached the limits on the meds that Hubby can take for relief from the A-Fib so now we will investigate what else we can do -- if anything. At least we will have covered all our bases.
Hubby had a pretty good weekend, taking care of me, walking dogs, having dinner with dear friends on Sunday night. By Monday he was down for the entire day -- never moved from the bed. On Tuesday he had his first PT (physical therapy) appointment and managed to walk the dogs in the morning, while I took the afternoon shift. Then he drove me to the store and we got our Thanksgiving turkey. Today was a good day, though I got the early morning dog walking in the park and the "take-out-the-trash" duty. By the time I'd returned from the park and made breakfast, Hubby was ready to take off for the morning. Now, he's napping once again, but he's not had as much trouble breathing as last week and he is manfully sticking to his no-salt diet (we won't even mention the ice cream he's had for the last three days).
This is the time of year where people are counting blessings and we know that we have been given so much. I'm especially grateful that I was able to retire this year -- I can't imagine how much more difficult things would have been for us if I were working every day. Medicare is a real god-send -- we could never afford all these specialists without it. Finally, we thank each of you for your kindnesses and prayers during this time -- the dinners prepared just for us, the soup send home to calm upset tummies, the phone calls, the emails, the events planned for outside the house -- it all means more than we can express.