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Friday, April 18, 2008 – Saving A Life


*** please note – the following is the actual transcript of my emergency life saving double bypass surgery.  While fascinating, for some who have gone through this procedure, or know someone who has, this may be too intense of a post.  Please do not read this if this is the case.

My purpose for this, today is the 5th anniversary of my double bypass.  I read the transcript five years ago.  It is fascinating and amazing the efforts that went into saving my life.

Patient was brought to the operating room and identified as Mr. Edelman.  After routine lines were places and hemodynamic monitoring, general anesthesia was achieved via endotracheal tube, prophylactic antibiotics were administered, and the patient was prepped and draped in routine fashion for open heart surgery.

A median sternotomy incision was made.  With the sternum divided the left internal mammary artery was able to be harvested on a pedicle from the sixth intercostal space up to its origin above the first rib.  Topical Papaverine was placed at the mammary artery pedicle.  Standard self-retaining retractor was placed.  The anterior pericardium was opened and reflected anteriorly.  Simultaneous to this portion of the procedure a segment of saphenous vein was harvested from the left lower extremity in its mid portion and evaluated for use as a bypass conduit.  It was adequate at 4mm internal diameter.

Epiaortic ultrasound of the ascending aorta was normal.  Heparin was given to create systemic anticoagulation with an activated clotting time greater than 450 second.  This was achieved.  We harvested the distal portion of the mammary artery with excellent flow.  I made a slit in the pericardium anterior to the phrenic nerve on the left side of the pericardium, and measured the mammary artery for proper length and rotation for bypass to the proximal LAD.  We still had ample length almost 2cm beyond this area of the mammary artery and on measuring the distance from the obtuse marginal to the pericardial slit there was ample room to use the mammary artery in a Y graft fashion to the obtuse marginal.

In an effort to give arterial graft to this young gentleman we then sewed the mammary artery in a Y graft fashion dividing the mammary artery at the junction between the mid and distal third of the mammary artery where it would be placed to the LAD without tension and sewing that in end-to-side to the mammary artery where it comes through the slit in the pericardium anterior to the phrenic nerve on the left side.  This was done with running 8-0 Prolene suture.  We completed the anastomosis and removed the atraumatic vascular clamp from the Y graft with excellent flow down both grafts with the Y anastomosis hemostatic.

It was treated with topical Papaverine.  Standard cannulation took place with an arterial inflow cannula in the ascending aorta, atriocaval cannula in the right atrium, a cardioplegia delivery cannula in the ascending aorta, retrograde cardioplegia cannula in the right atrium of the coronary sinus.  The patient was placed on bypass, cooled, and emptied.  With the heart emptied, a crossclamp was placed and 1 liter of antegrade cardioplegia solution was given through the catheter in the ascending aorta.  The heart became asystolic.

We then switched the patient over to retrograde cardioplegia delivery through the coronary sinus catheter utilizing the catheter in the ascending aorto to vent the left ventricle.  With no cardioplegia running and the heart well vented and decompressed we placed on branch of the mammary artery end-to-side to the obtuse marginal with running 8-0 Prolene suture.  We completed the anastomosis, initiated retrograde cardioplegia delivery, and removed atraumatic vascular clamp from the mammary artery pedicle finding the anastmosis to be hemostatic.

We placed back the atraumatic vascular clamp on the mammary artery pedicle, opened the LAD in its proximal segment, and placed the mammary artery end-to-side to this vessel running 8-0 Prolene suture.  Completing the anastomosis, we tacked down the mammary artery pedicle to the epicardium with two 6-0 Prolene suture to the circumflex system on its inferior side.

Hot shot of warm oxygenated blood cardioplegia solution was given.  We completed the two anastmoses.

With this done, the patient was placed in the Trendelenburg position.  A Valsalva maneuver was performed.  The heart was allowed to fill and the aortic crossclamp was cracked and released, de-airing the patient’s heart through the cardioplegia delivery site in the ascending aorta, keeping it under gentle suction.  The heart fibrulated at this time and was cardioverted to an idioventricular rhythm.  We placed left and 2 mediastinal chest tubes as well as two atrial and two ventricular pacing wires, slowly weaning the patient from bypass without complications in sinus rhythm on no inotropic support.  Off bypass, we found excellent indices with an EKG which showed no evidence of ischemia.  After all pump blood was reinfused, we decannulated the patient in routine fashion., oversewed all cannulation sites, and gave Protamine for systemic anticoagulation.  I inspected the Y graft.  The anastomoses were found to be hemostatic and cannulation sites finding them to be hemostatic.  I closed the pericardium loosely to mediastinal tissues, rewired the sternum, and closed the wound in routine fashion after all layers were irrigated with antibiotic solution.  The lower extremity for harvest of the saphenous vein graft conduit for bypass with endoscopic technique was closed in routine fashion.  The patient tolerated the procedure well and brought to the Open Heart Unit in stable condition in sinus rhythm on no inotropic support.  No blood was given during the operative procedure.

Thank you Dr. Phillips and everyone who saved my life 5 years ago.

Thursday, April 17, 2018


*** note – the following is a re-telling of the events leading up to my double bypass surgery, approaching my fifth anniversary, tomorrow.

It was a long overnight.  I could not sleep at all.  It had been nearly eighteen years since the last time I had seen an operating room.

Wendy’s sister had come by the house  as she would sit with Wendy in the waiting room while I had catheterization to place a stint, or stints where my cardiologist felt there were blockages.  He would go up through the vein in my groin.

We arrived at the hospital and I was greeted by Heather, my nurse, and soon joined by two others.  They were all so nice.  Evidently I was giving off quite a bit of fear.  I got changed into the wonderful hospital garb, and then another one of those blasted catheter lines was inserted.

My gourney was then rolled to a holding area, where I met my anesthesiologist as well as Dr. S my cardiologist.  I made my final pleas to everyone.  “I had cancer.  I had radiation and chemotherapy.  I have no spleen.  I just needed you to know that.”  I have no idea why these comments rolled off of my tongue at that particular moment.

That is all I remember of that moment.  The next thing I remember is silly, sad, and serious.

Dr. S:  We got in with the catheter and we found the blockage.  Unfortunately, it is clear that your husband had some lasting side effects from the radiation he was exposed to.  We were not able to stint.  There is a major blockage of the LAD along with two other blockages.

Just then, a friend who had stopped by to visit me, offered her commentary.

Friend:  Oh my God, it’s a widowmaker!

Dr. S.:  Well, yes, we don’t usually like to call it that, but yes, that is what it is.

Me:  Widowmaker?  What?

Dr. S.:  We have Paul set up for emergency triple bypass tomorrow morning at 6:30am.

Me:  Bypass?  Bypass?!?  Bye Bye.  Bypass.

Yes, I was still coming out of the anesthesia.  That is all I made out.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Wendy sink, just collapse as if her skeleton had been removed from her body.

The next five hours were just a blur.  I know I had gotten up to walk a little as I was encouraged to do.  Although my left leg had begun to swell at the insertion point from the catheterization.  It was 8:00 when I finally realized what was going to happen.  I still had not eaten, and I was going to be fasted in four hours.

But now, an orderly was in my room to take me for pre-surgical tests:  echocardiogram, EKG, and an ultrasound on my legs, to find what vein to harvest for the bypass.  I was returned back to my room around 11:00pm.  I could not sleep at all.

The next few hours, I would have several visitors stop by, encouraging me to sleep.  One visitor, who happened to resemble Michael Clark Duncan in shape and appearance, came into my room at 3:00am, to “prep” me.  So now, the most uncomfortable moment with a razor was going to be a new moment.

At 4:00am, I rang for my nurse.

Me:  Is it possible for me to be taken down to the chapel?  I have a few things I would like to take care of.

Nurse:  Really?  You need to do it now?  They are probably going to come for you in the next hour or so.

And so, the nurse rolled me downstairs to the chapel.

When I came back to my room, “Michael Clarke Duncan” was waiting for me.  It was time.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008


* please note – this post recalls the events of April 16, 2008, just days before I would be told I was in need of emergency heart surgery

My nuclear stress test is at 7:00am.  I need to leave my house around 6:00am to get there in time.  I see the girls off to daycare before I leave and tell Wendy I will see her after I am done.  Dressed in comfortable garb for exercise, shorts and a t-shirt, and sneakers, I headed off to the doctor’s office.  Of course, I was weighed first of all.  I assume this was to determine the amount of dye I would get.  Then my “favorite” part, no, not really (see page “U.R.Sharpe”), inserting a catheter to inject the radioactive dye for the picture part of the test.

Once the catheter was placed, I returned back to the waiting room.  The pace has picked up as people are escorted to their stationary tracks.  I was called back to my room around 8:00am.  My technician’s name is Stephanie.  She was young, perky, and definitely gave off no sign that her job was to look for “real bad stuff”.  Stephanie explained everything that I would be doing throughout the morning, and the early afternoon.

I was told to take off my shirt.  Stephanie pulled out a harness of wires and several pieces of tape.  But before that, there was some cleaning up to do.  Out came a dry Bic disposable razor and she proceeded to shave my upper torso.  Never having been a competitive swimmer, this experience was new to me.  Actually it was odd.  I have never shaved anything other than facial.  Thank goodness, I do not wear a human sweater.  So it did not take long for clean up.

Stephanie took the adhesive pads and stuck all of them, I think it was ten to various parts of my torso.  Then the wires were connected.  After I was hooked up, another technician came into the room.  I did not catch her name, but she would be reading the monitors as I walked.  She explained that the belt would speed up and the angle of the climb would get higher every three minutes.

One important detail left out was how long the test would last.  But I was not worried as my father had gone through one of these, and he is not one of the most athletic people I know.  I did expect to get further than what I did, barely over a minute (of evidently a twelve minute test).

I do not want to brag about how fast I pick up on warning signs or alerts, because I cannot, because I do not.  As the belt came to a stop, I was asked to step off the belt, and have a seat.  The other technician said the test would go no further as some sort of “event” appeared on the EKG.  I had the same symptoms as always, tightness in the chest, and just as always, the symptoms faded.  The wires were disconnected, and the pads removed.

I was escorted back to the room where the catheter had been inserted, and another round of dye had to be injected.  I returned back to the waiting room, to wait for another round of pictures, this time with my heart having been put under stress.  Still, I had no idea what my body was about to have revealed.

Following the second round of pictures, I went back for the final time back to the waiting room.  Only something bizarre had begun to happen.  Patients who had arrived after me, were going home before me.  And just like that, not just one light bulb, but many lit up.  Something was wrong.  And then…

“Mr. Edelman, if you would come back with me,” Stephanie had called me.  “Dr. S. would like to talk with you about your test.”

I had a blockage.  100% certain.  Dr. S did not even want me going home.  He wanted me checking in to their cardiac cath lab immediately.  I’ll spare the lengthy conversation (you can read about it on the page CABG – Not Just a Green Leafy Vegetable).  But Dr. S. allowed me to go home, but do nothing.  I was to go in first thing the next morning for stenting.

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