Today I met with a cardiac surgeon -- one who specializes in PFO closures. He was very frank and laid out some points about the surgery that concurred with what I'd found on the web. Basically, it's a crap shoot. Maybe.
Because there's no good reason for my stroke (because there's ever a good reason for a stroke?), because there aren't any risk factors I can minimize, because there is a hole in my heart, well, that seems like the best because we're gonna find. Then come the questions -- will a surgery prevent another? Will aspirin alone keep me out of the ER? Can a Jayhawk and a Blue Devil find peace and harmony?
While I go a bit longer without, for lack of a better word, closure, today's visit was very informative. It was great to meet a surgeon who took nearly an hour to offer up the truth -- that medicine is an art as well as a science. He's putting the final decision in my hands and those of a neurologist (who I meet on the 27th). I keep swinging back and forth on where I think I fall in this debate. I'm not a big fan of invasive procedures, yet I'm glad to have the cognition to know that I feel that way. Another blood clot to another part of my brain could put a quick halt to that...and would most likely stand in the way of me making my way through all of those resolutions I've been ranting about.
Maybe I'll have another kind of resolution by the end of the month. I'll keep you in the know.