Well, little is probably the wrong word, but….
My dad has been having heart troubles for some years now, and the why of it all has been baffling to every doctor he’s ever seen. His current doctor, after many attempts at other things, recommended a pace maker this last August. That’s not really a great thing, but there was enough concern about his rhythm to warrant it, so the surgery was scheduled for Wednesday and Thursday of this week.
Apparently the first part of the surgery is to go in with little cameras and what not to actually do some inspections on the heart. The purpose, as far as I understand it, is to figure out exactly where on the heart they need to place electrodes. Leading up to this, of course, my dad has received numerous blessings from his boys, and each one promised healing and recovery. So it was only a little surprise that we learned later that during the doctor’s inspections, he found it.
What appears to be going on is that a bundle of nerves has been misfiring. This nerve bundle has caused his upper chambers to beat out of sync with the lower chambers, which, when combined together means he’s not getting the blood flow and oxygen he needs. He’s consistently tired and has had occasional “attacks” where he has to stop what he’s doing and lie down. When the doctor was inside the heart looking at where to place the electrodes, he noticed this nerve bundle, had a suspicion, and decided to kill it by cauterizing it. And voila.
I spoke with him last night over the phone, and it was a profound difference. So much more energy in his voice and giddy happiness. It’s like he’s knocked 20 years off his age. I’m, of course, deeply grateful for the wonders of modern medicine that make such things even remotely possible, but more than that, I’m grateful for the miracle. They really do happen.