Week before last I came home to my phone showing that H's aunt and his best friend had called here. No message left, of course. It was middle of the morning on a work day so I figured something was up. Assumed that he'd probably had the procedure to fix his *broken heart*. They discovered a congenital heart defect (most commonly diagnosed type that has zero mortality rate with a simple procedure to repair) last month.
Didn't give it any more thought than that. I had told him previously that, although I care very much about him and his health, as long as we're apart there's no need to tell me any of this. He has respected that boundary.
Yesterday, H's aunt called when I was at home so I answered. She thought this was his cell number. We ended up chatting for 15 minutes. She told me how she's doing since the passing of her husband last month. Said H's mother (who hasn't acknowledged my existance since last November....maybe she's ashamed of her son, maybe she couldn't wait to see the back of me, maybe it's too painful for her, maybe she doesn't see the point in kindness towards a fellow human being who was part of your life for five years...) has been her rock. I told her I'm happy they have each other.
So apparently after they did the procedure on H, he had a bit of a heart murmur or arrhythmia and they kept him overnight for observation. A week passes and he gets the same thing again so calls his mother (a retired nurse practitioner) who tells him to go to emergency, which he does. He gets there, is triaged, and sits for hours, only to be sent home because everything's fine.
I figure it was an anxiety or panic attack of some sort...but that's based on a lack of info so is worth no more than the paper it's written on, which it isn't so there you go...
Aunt said he told his mother he would never listen to her again.
Don't know if he was being serious or not, was angry or kidding. Could go either way, but the mommy string needs to be cut. And it sounds like the rebellious tone of a teenager.
Anyway, it was nice to chat with Aunt. She has always been very thoughtful of me. She said she thought H and I were doing really well, to which I replied "so did I." We discussed the merits of seeing the good things in life and choosing to be happy. She was really happy to have dialed the wrong number!
As for H, he's probably in the throes of a *real life* mortality fantasy, unlike the earlier brain tumour and skin cancer fictions that possessed him early in his journey.
Maybe he'll come out the other end of this when his heart tissue grows over the patch they've put in and the organ is healed completely.
Now if only they could find a patch for the really crappy decision making these MLCers get up to. Like my cousin says, "no fool like an old fool".
me 45 H 46 T 5 M 2.5 BD Sept 6 2011 OW Sept 8 2011 Threw him out Sept 8 2011
