The procedure to fix Sam’s heart is scheduled for June 3. We go to the hospital for tests on June 2.
You know they do these sorts of things all the time. The doctors talk about it like it’s fixing a flat tire. No big deal. They’re pretty sure they can fix it by a catheter going up a vein in her leg, but they won’t know until the 3rd, when they insert the catheter and look around. But, hey, no big deal, they do these all the time.
But they don’t do them all the time to OUR kid.
We know in our minds that she’ll be fine, that the likelihood of something happening is slim.
But our minds are also difficult to control.
Any time there’s a free moment, Matt & I both find ourselves thinking about the worst, and how we just couldn’t do without our Sammie. Fortunately, for me, work is insanely busy. I don’t have a single chance to think about anything but people who REALLY want their projects reviewed yesterday, from the moment I get to work, until the moment I get home. At home, I’ve been obsessing as much as possible about the house (and the fact that we still don’t have a clue where we’ll live after we sell the house), partly because it’s a big deal, but mostly to keep my mind from wandering down some very dark alleys. Once you start contemplating what could go wrong, you can’t think about anything else.
We just need to keep very busy for the next week.
Sammie and her new umbrella
