This was it....the appointment that caused so much dread, anxiety, fear, and every other similar adjective in the book. This one single cardiology appointment hung over our heads, looming, for an entire year. I heard the Coldplay song "A Sky Full of Stars" on the way there and had tears in my eyes, because it makes me think of my Grandpop, and tends to ironically come on whenever I am thinking of him. At the time, it felt ominous and sad, but I know that it was his message that everything would be okay.
The very last thing in the world we expected was to see the cardiologist's stunned face as he looked at the echo-cardiogram, and the very last thing we expected to hear was that we could come back in two years just to feel better about following up. We were prepared for planning follow-ups and surgery dates in 2015. We were prepared to hear that nothing had changed (like last year).
To say we are grateful feels like the biggest understatement of our lives. I know that so many other parents have so many worse issues to deal with than a moderate-sized hole in the heart, but for us....this situation (and the threat of open heart surgery) was unbearable. This is a massive weight off our shoulders.
I really feel like we have guardian angels in our grandparents. I picture my Grandpop up in Heaven, teasing my Grandmom, and rolling his eyes at the attention and admiration he is getting from down below. I picture Matt's Grandpa leaning into his Grandma, saying "PMA!" - Positive Mental Attitude. We are lucky to have them watching over us, and are lucky to have had them all in our lives.
Our little boy is so well loved, and is so fortunate to have (finally, in our minds) caught a break. A big break. Thank God.
