Yes, I keep reminding him that we're team "GI Joe" For those that don't remember the cartoon at the end they would teach a little lesson and then say "and now you know.. and Knowing is half the battle. Go Joe!"
So before I hang up with him every time we talk I do my best soldier/football player impression and bellow "Go Joe!" and he laughs a bit.
I spent the night on the phone with him again last night trying to prevent a panic attack. I think we kept it under control. To see someone who is normally so fearless be so afraid is difficult. I remind him that he is 25 and he wasn't sick (in terms of cardiac arrest or rupture or dissection of the heart) which means this procedure will be smooth sailing. He kept looking up procedures on the Internet last night, even though he doesn't technically know how the surgeon is going to handle it yet. I told him I'm the Internet queen and I'm not researching yet, because we don't have enough information, so tried to convince him to say off the computer... for now.
He mentioned that they will keep a breathing tube in him for 72 hours after the surgery pretty much regardless of which operation he gets done. I think this scares him the most, because when we had to go see his dad in the ICU the first time, this big powerful man looked so vulnerable, and I am positive my best friend is thinking of himself the same way and that probably bothers him more than the rest of it.
I reminded him his situation was different than his dad's. His dad went in under duress, he will go in under the best possible circumstances. That doing this will allow him to live the life that he wants. He teased me last night about convincing him to buy a bike and having him ride 22 miles his first time out. (Which I did because he was being a punk and telling me that riding a bike wasn't that hard). I do feel awful thinking that in trying to get him in shape and active I could have killed him, but I can't blame myself for something there is no way I could have known. He told me that the bike was $500 down the drain and I told him he was going to be back on that damn bike the second the doctor gives the go ahead beause his hear is going to be fine. That seemed to make him feel a little bit better.
I really do appreciate you guys letting me get this all off my chest here. I swear my life is normally so drama free it's frightening. I mean with no kids, family 3000 miles away, a steady job and a very low key boyfriend there's usually not much to stress about, but this summer has just been one thing after another!
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