Lunch

It's been a week of appointments for the man, with me alongside. Cardiac rehab began; he had the intake and assessment on Tuesday and Friday. The ENT doctor on Wednesday said his vocal chords are about sixty percent back to full functioning, and should recover completely. The nerve was traumatized by the surgery; she explained that it actually wraps around the aortic valve (which I knew from consulting Dr. Google, which is why I was so worried). But after looking through a skinny black scope at the chords in action, she pronounced the nerve to be healing well. I'm happy to report my man's voice is indeed back, and while it's not yet as deep and resonant as before, it is getting stronger all the time. And now, in contrast to the previous prescription of vocal rest, doctor's orders are for him to speak as much he wants, so as to exercise the muscle. We also went out for lunch a couple of times this week, and enjoyed that, although my husband confessed that these outings show him that he still tires easily. Coming up: more appointments, and possibly the end of IV infusions in time for his birthday. He's in good spirits and doing well overall.