We learned in November that my husband likely had an issue that would require a second open-heart surgery. The doctor wanted to consult with a specialist about her tentative diagnosis and so we waited. Amid waiting for an answer and our growing anxiety of anticipating another open-heart surgery, an Instagram quote caught my eye from a podcast called The Place We Find Ourselves, which consisted of exactly 100 episodes.
“Well, in 100 days we will have an answer,” I thought.
I also had the thought that I should start a new Spotify playlist – and called it “100 Days.” I had tried to remember how I survived the wait before the first open-heart surgery and remembered that singing was how I battled the anxiety – so that would be how I would survive this wait too.
The doctor called a week after Chuck met with her (and the day I started the new playlist). She said the specialist was 99% certain of the diagnosis but needed better imaging.
So, we waited until the end of December when they could get him in for more imaging to determine if he in fact he had that issue. Then we waited until the middle of January for the pericardial specialty clinic to discuss his case, decide if they agreed with the initial diagnosis, and, if so, decide who his surgeon would be. Then we waited two more weeks for the scheduler to call to finally schedule surgery.