Thanks to all who have offered kind thoughts and prayers. I really do appreciate even the 'not so good' stories. They are proof, and reminders, that each of us is unique, and that medicine is still as much an art as it is a science. I have the utmost confidence that my cardiology/surgery team will do the best they can. I also realize that sometimes the doodoo hits the fan really hard, and outcomes are not what we expected/hoped for. I've seen people in their 90s come through with flying colors, and go home the next day. I've seen code teams work a person in their 60s for what seemed like forever, only to lose that battle in the end. We play the cards we've got. This is still a choice, for me anyway. My cardiologist told me that I don't HAVE to fix anything, but if I choose not to, I'll continue to suffer increasing congestive heart failure, live on oxygen, and die young. I already can't walk to the mailbox without getting winded. The surgical fix offers a chance to spend 10-20 more years, maybe more, with my wife, children, and grandchildren. I'll take that chance. Not taking it is unthinkable. Still scary, though.