Yesterday afternoon, my grandmother went in for surgery to fix a aneurysm in an artery that feeds her kidneys. What was supposed to be two to three hour surgery to insert a stint into the affected vessel turned into a 7 hour surgery that involved a quadrupal vessel-graft.

Her prognosis is good and her recovery is going well, but still, it’s a bit scary. I’m holding off on calling her because, according to my mom who’s down there with her, she’s a little doped up on pain medication. I’ll call her sometimes early next week when she’s a little more conversational.