“The tests indicate significant pressure build-up, which could potentially lead to more clots forming if left untreated. That’s why both procedures are necessary.”
I took a deep breath, trying to process the information. “Alright, I understand. What exactly should I know about the procedures?”
“I’ll let them explain,” Dr. Shepherd said, stepping aside to let the specialists take over.
Dr. Chopra stepped forward, her voice steady as she detailed the intricacies of the heart surgery. Despite the complexity of the procedure, she explained it in a way that was clear and reassuring, almost as if she were talking about something as routine as a check-up.
I couldn’t help but feel a surge of confidence in her abilities. If anyone could pull this off, it was her. When she finished, Dr. Lukeman took over, describing the fasciotomy with a similar calm demeanor. His voice carried a tone of optimism that, while comforting, couldn’t completely quell the anxiety gnawing at me. It was a lot to take in.
“How soon can the surgeries happen?” My mom’s voice broke through my thoughts. She was gripping the edge of my bed, herknuckles white. I knew she was just as anxious as I was, though she tried to hide it.
“As soon as the consent forms are signed, we’ll begin prepping Kevin,” Dr. Lukeman replied. “Our teams are ready, and I recommend we proceed immediately.”
“Before I sign, I have one request,” I interjected, needing to voice it before anything else happened.
“What’s that?” Dr. Shepherd asked, looking at me curiously.
“I want Licia in the OR with me,” I said, my voice firm. It wasn’t a question; it was a necessity. I needed her there, by my side, as much as I needed the doctors to perform the surgeries.
There was a brief silence as they considered my request. I knew it was possible—Licia was part of the hospital staff, after all—but I needed their confirmation.
“Have you asked her?” Dad chimed in, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t want to be disappointed if she refuses.”
“No, but I’m sure she won’t refuse. I just need to know if it’s allowed,” I replied, unwavering. Licia was my rock, and I knew she wouldn’t let me down.
“And how are you so sure?” Mom asked, her voice tinged with concern.
“Just trust me, I know,” I said, determined. Licia had to be there.
“It’s your surgery; you get to make the call,” Dad conceded after a moment of thought.
“Very well,” Dr. Shepherd said with a slight smile. “She can scrub in.” He handed me the consent forms, his expression softening just a bit.
I signed them quickly, barely skimming the text. I had heard enough to understand the risks, and I knew there was no other choice. This had to happen, and I wanted it done as soon as possible.
“Dr. Shepherd, could I have a word outside?” Dad asked, already heading toward the door. Dr. Shepherd nodded and followed him out, while the other doctors excused themselves, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the steady beep of the heart monitor.
“Lexie, can you call Licia for me?” I asked as soon as they were gone.
“You didn’t even have to say ‘please,’” Lexie replied with a teasing grin, though I could see the worry in her eyes.
“You sound like an owl,” I teased back, trying to lighten the mood despite the tension in the air.
“I’ll let that slide because you’re in pain,” she shot back with mock seriousness, her smile widening just a bit.
“That’s so generous of you. I’m deeply touched,” I said, playing along. No matter how bad things got, I could always count on Lexie to bring some levity to the situation.
She rolled her eyes at me but reached for her phone. “I’ll call her right now. And for the record, you owe me big time for this.”
“I’m sure I’ll hear all about it later,” I said, grateful for her help even if I didn’t say it out loud.
In no time, I was prepped and ready to be wheeled to the OR. As I had anticipated, Licia agreed to stay with me during the surgery.
We didn’t know exactly how long it would take, but both procedures would happen simultaneously. Somehow, knowing that made it easier to bear.
As I was being wheeled down the hallway toward the operating room, Licia walked beside me, her hand resting gently on my arm. “Kevin, don’t be scared,” she said, her voice soft but strong. “These doctors are the best, and I’ll be right there with you the whole time. You’re not alone.”
I turned to her, managing a small smile despite the fear twisting in my gut. “Thanks, Licia. Sorry to be a bother, but I needed my person with me.”
