It’s really a procedure. A small surgery because they have to put him completely out.
But it’s not too invasive. An exploratory type procedure.
They will go in with a scope and get exact measurements of his bladder.
The numbers will give us an indication of what his surgical options are for the future.
Likely some major decisions will be made in the next year or two for him.
This is just the first step of figuring exactly where we are at.
We are dreading it.
Not because it’s a horrible procedure.
But because it seems like we always get discouraging news when we see his Urology team.
It’s getting harder in a lot of ways as he gets older.
He’s more aware. It’s embarrassing. And painful at times. And just frustrating.
We have to offer explanations now.
And that is harder than I ever dreamed it would be.
“Why is my body this way? Why doesn’t it work? When will they fix it?”
Ugh. And ugh.
I say it every time we go.
But we return from each visit with a new profound longing for heaven.
And for wholeness.
We will be at the hospital at 8:30 am.
Should come home in the afternoon.