Today was a lot better. Dad was in better spirits, despite his unerring ability to make The Wrong Comment (“They got me a single room, here on Death Row”), and all of us had gotten a bunch of much-needed rest.
I spent a few hours with him and his girlfriend at the hospital. A third surgeon came by today, and convinced Dad to go with a different procedure for the bypass. This one involves keeping the heart beating, rather than shutting it down during the grafting process, so as to prevent the brain from suffering any oxygen deprivation.
The surgeon also contended that he could bypass all six of Dad’s blocked arteries. By the time I arrived, Dad and his girlfriend had elected to go with this other surgeon.
The operation’s scheduled to begin (with pre-op) around 7am tomorrow. I hope to have good news to report by noon.