Yesterday, the surgeon (Dr. Wilcox) came around to say that they would be installing Dad's graft (instead of a fistula) this afternoon. Later, a transportation guy showed up to take him down for a CAT scan ordered by his doctors. This proved to be of his head, presumably to make sure that the hematoma had healed. I signed the authorization for the graft. Having been raised by a half-Catholic half-Jewish mother was good preparation: if anything goes wrong, I'm already ready to think that everything is my fault.
I called this morning. He went down to dialysis this morning; they're expecting to put in the graft at noon or 12:30. All fingers and toes are duly crossed.
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