To catch up, it's about four weeks after Ian's had heart surgery, and I've rushed him to hospital where he collapsed on arrival.
Once Ian was settled and awake again, we opted for me to head home and be with our son. We were used to Ian being in hospital, so it was no biggie to either of us at the time for me to head off. I had been advised he’d probably be moved to a high care ward as they weren’t sure what was going on.
Later that day, I wound up in a meeting with 5 heads of department from the hospital. The first thing I was told is Ian had suffered a massive stroke, but they didn’t know the impact. Then I got told, as they had suspected, Ian had the rarest of complications from his ablation – an atrial-oesophageal fistula. A hole had formed between his heart and oesophagus. This would kill him unless it was repaired, but the scar tissue from his past surgeries made everyone really nervous to try the usual repair options available.
He did pretty well for the next 4 weeks or so, and then we found his oesophagus was growing through the stent and bleeding. Back into ICU and yet more procedures. The upshot- the stent could not be removed, and he’d likely die on the table during any attempt to do so. So it had to stay put.