My Dad, as you know, has had some health problems these past few years. He started off with an aortic aneurysm back when Rob and I were still living in Nova Scotia. Other stuff has popped up through the years. A couple of weeks ago, he had trouble breathing, because he had the flu. The pulse oximeter showed that his oxygenation rate was down in the 60% range (I have had terrible, terrible asthma attacks that caused my lungs to collapse, and my oxygen never went lower than the 80s). Not good.
Anyway, apparently that last bout of the flu caused his aortic tear (which has never healed, and will never heal; that’s just not how they work) to get a bit bigger. Again, not good.
So in a few weeks he will be going to see a surgeon (out of province, there’s no one here who could perform the procedure) to discuss having a stent put in. This is major surgery, for a guy who’s already pretty sick.
Worry worry worry.