Yesterday was not a fun day.
Matt and I spent a large part of it in day surgery. He had his tonsils out. It wasn't fun. I don't handle these kinds of things all that well. I tend to get really nervous, and all my nervous tends to come out in tears. There were lots of tears. I'm sure the nurse thought I was nuts. She kept asking me if I was ok. I'm sure she was thinking, "Jeez, lady, it's just tonsils!!" I felt a little dumb.
What made it worse was that after the surgery was done, the dr. came to talk to me to tell me how it went. He said it went well, and that those nasty things HAD to come out. We had mentioned to him that we were a little nervous about something a little more serious might be going on other than just chronic tonsillitis and strep and that maybe they should be biopsied. He said that he didn't think so but that he'd take a look at them while he was operating and had them out and see what he thought, but that a biopsy is likely not necessary. When he talked to me post op, he said that he did want to have them biopsied. I asked why. He said he just doesn't' like them. He wants them looked at closer to make sure there's not anything else going on. I'm scared. So is Matt. Somehow it's more scary when a doctor wants a biopsy vs a patient asking for one. We hope everything comes back normal.
He's doing well...I guess. His throat is sore. But he's feeling pretty good considering. He says he can breathe better already, so that's good.
We have a few other issues to address before we're all done with him, and they could all be related to the constant infections in his tonsils, or no. We don't know. There's more work to be done.
Extra thoughts and prayers his way might be helpful.
:)
