I'm sorry I haven't been on here in awhile. I hadn't even been back from California a week and my dad died. We found him outside in the field. They said he had an aneurysm and went quickly. It was so unexpected and a complete shock. I still can't believe he's gone. I'm having a very difficult time dealing with his death, but I know he would want me to get fixed. He was working very hard to help me financially to get out to California and get the surgery. I reached out to Dr. K.'s office to get a copy of my operative report from my upper endoscopy, and Dr. K. called me personally after he found out about my dad's death. We discussed everything and he told me if I could make arrangements to stay out in California for up to 6 months or how ever long it takes if there's serious complications, then he would go ahead and get Kristina to put me on the books for surgery. He said the risks of cutting into the chest will not change regardless so i just need to be prepared for leaks and infections. I told him I would think it over and make a decision. Last Monday I called his office to talk to Kristina about getting a new surgery date. I got a shock when Dr. K. answered the phone himself. He said he saw my number and took a chance that it was me. Kristina was by herself that day and on the other line. How many surgeons answer their own office phones and he recognized my number. I know that may seem like a small thing to most people, but after everything I've been through, this act of kindness blew me away. He is such a wonderful man. Our plan is to get the surgery scheduled for sometime this January. I'm trying to find a month to month rental or airbnb for my mom and I to stay. She's determined to go with me now so after my dad dying I cannot tell her no. Kristina is suppose to call me this week to get a new surgery date for January. Hopefully everything will work out. I have a problem with leaving my dogs here while I'm gone. My oldest dog, almost 12, was just diagnosed with heart disease, and is on medications now. She will only take it from me. My cousin is willing to come over to take care of both my dogs and keep an eye on my place, but I'm concerned she will not get her meds while I'm gone because she's so stubborn and she doesn't do good without me. But I think taking the dogs with us will be too much trouble especially not knowing what is going to happen during surgery. I know I should worry more about myself, but my dogs are like my babies, and I have enough guilt with my dad's death. If something happens to my dog while I'm gone, I don't know if I could forgive myself. I did think about taking them and just driving up there, but it's about a 30 hour drive from Nashville to Pasadena. Then you have to worry about finding a place that allows for pets. I think I'm just driving myself crazy. I can't control everything. Sometimes I just feel like my life is completely falling apart, and there are no good answers. I try to focus on positive outcomes, but it gets hard sometimes. I AM grateful to have found a surgeon who is willing to try to correct the mess left by a much inferior surgeon--if you can even call him that...Sorry for the long post. I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving holiday.