The teams from UCSF and UCD conferenced today. I got a call around 10:30 from our cardiologist. The consensus seems to be that Drew can and should have a two ventricle repair! This is wonderful news, what we've been hoping and praying for for the past four years. You'd think we'd be jumping for joy, but things are complicated. We are confused and are still seeking out second opinions. Drew's records are still being collected to send to Dr. Hanley and should be sent out by next Monday. We have also made an appointment for a consultation with Dr. Raf, a surgeon at UCD, on February 11.
The concern is that his surgeon at UCSF has had two chances to do a repair on Drew and hasn't done it yet. Which makes us wonder why he hasn't done it, and if he would do it this time. It raises a lot of issues for us. If all the doctors say the same thing this time, how do we choose? If the two new doctors say that they could have done a repair as an infant, does that mean we should leave the hospital, surgeons, nurses, and staff that we've come to know and be comfortable with? Will insurance pay if we go to Stanford? If Dr. Raf can do the surgery at UCD, why did we get transferred to UCSF when Drew was an infant? Why wasn't he our surgeon to begin with? As you can see, there are more questions than answers and we are just trying to figure things out right now. As usual there is more WAITING. I hate waiting. Perhaps that is the lesson here. Learn how to wait.
Anway, Drew stayed home sick from preschool today, but now I am wondering if he is really sick. He's a little sniffly, a little more whiny, has had an occasional low fever (does 99.5 even count as a fever?) and that's it so far. I guess we're better safe than sorry, but staying cooped up in the house with the kids in this weather is no fun. We've seriously been watching movies all day today!
Drew's birthday is coming up in less than two weeks and I still have no plans for a party. I have a great idea for a party, but the place is not calling me back, and is seeming like it isn't meant to be. I might have to throw something together at the last minute.