Procedure

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The Surgery

It was just after 5:00am on Friday, August 27, 2010 when the final preparations for my surgery began. We dispensed with the formalities, packed up my belongings, and made our way to the surgery waiting area under the watchful eye of the transport orderly. My surgery was going to take over four hours so it made sense for my sister and girlfriend to see me after the operation, but they were insistent.

When we arrived, the operating area ‘holding tank’ was bustling with activity. The three of us carried on our small-talk with the nurses periodically interrupting to take a reading, ask a question, or make me sign off on some paperwork. When my turn came up, I was carted off to the operating room and onto a surgery bed in the middle of the room. There was some conversation with the anesthesiologist who was poking IV’s into my veins, and after being asked to count backwards from 100, the room went black.

The next thing I remember was waking up in the recovery room, drowsy, with an incredibly sore throat. My sister and girlfriend were standing at the end of the bed, praising how well the operation went. Curious how I felt, they tried to engage in conversation, but considering I just had a corrugated garden hose pulled out of my throat, I could not make a sound. Instead, I tried charades.

I pointed to my sister, then my ear, and finally to my heart, hoping she would put it all together and come up with “Can you hear my heart?” But instead, her interpretation was “I think he is saying that he's in pain and that his chest hurts." I am never playing charades with my sister, ever!

Still drowsy from the anesthesia, I gave a thumbs up as to my condition, and listened to them discuss my operation with Dr. Poostizadeh. According to the surgeon, I had the worst calcified aortic valve he had ever seen and was surprised I lived for so long with such a defect. The aortic valve was in such bad condition that he was unable to insert a rod inside the valve opening that was smaller than a pencil.

Based on everything I was hearing, it sounded like I just cheated death. I didn't dispute the calcified valve evidence or its impact on my cardiac system, but to be honest, I expected to feel much worse during the last few years if I was in such dire health. And hence my dilemma: when this began, all I felt was some shortness of breath and the occasional heart palpitation. I never felt run down, low on energy, or experienced any other symptoms that are associated with a critical heart condition. So as you can imagine, talking about how I barely survived seemed a bit surreal.

I suppose some of that will just have to remain a mystery...

P.S. Thank you to Marek Eugeniusz Karolak, an assistant to Dr.Poostizadeh, who was kind enough to take the amazing photos and videos with his cell phone...