The whole heart situation was still a little fuzzy at this point. No one really knew how serious it was, but it seemed that they had a feeling it was a bigger deal than they were letting on. Dad took off work and joined us on this trip. The original plan was for us to fly to Denver on Sunday so I would be ready for the heart cath on Monday morning. I would have appointments at National Jewish on Tuesday and Wednesday and fly back home on Thursday. The plan was simple.
Sunday evening I got a call that the plan had changed. They decided I needed to go through aspirin desensitization before the heart cath could take place. That way, if they needed to implant the device to close the hole in my heart they would be able to do it and put me on aspirin afterwards. This meant we would be rolling with some changes. Monday was now wide open and the cath was scheduled for Thursday.
We planned a trip to the Denver Science Museum and did some other random things that Monday. I talked with the airline and changed our flight to Saturday morning. I could tell this trip was going to be different from our last one...
