Bliss Busters

I had to duck out of bliss on Friday to deal with a shocking phone call about Jack's condition. Turns out the vascular surgeon isn't so happy with the outcome of his procedure. He told us there are three possible paths to choose now:
1) With so little circulation in his foot, gangrene will surely get worse soon. We can do nothing and simply treat his pain.
2) They can amputate his leg above the knee and the recovery will be long and difficult.
3) A "revascularization" - opening up his leg and replacing the vein (Gary called it a ligation), which also means a long recovery.
The second and third option would also be hard on his heart, with a very high chance that he will have a major heart attack right after the surgery (within 48 hours).
Needless to say, Meg and I were in shock for awhile. Ultimately, we worked with the doctors to reach an agreement that he can come home for the holidays, go back on Hospice and spend a couple of weeks in his own bed. Gangrene won't progress quickly because his foot is unquestionably warmer than it was before the angiogram. Right after New Year's Day, we will talk with the doctors about which option to pursue. All of us prefer to be in denial and just enjoy the holiday mirth, so this was a good outcome for now.
This big "bliss buster" combined with holiday shopping and social engagements prohibited me from blogging on Friday and Saturday. I owe you two. Maybe later when I'm in a more blissful mood.