This is my Johnny! He is 17, and a senior in high school. For my non-American friends this is his last year in our public school system, in 3 months he will be eligible to enlist in our armed forces (I doubt that will happen), vote in both national and local elections (I hope that this one does happen) and be considered an adult everywhere except a bar (I seriously doubt that he is interested in alcoholic beverages anyway).
Earlier this week he had "heart surgery". I put that in quotes because I have a hard time calling it surgery. Whether that is from denial on my part or the fact that they didn't actually cut him open I don't know. It might be a bit of both.
John had an irregular heart beat. It was just like any boys most of the time, but on an occasion it would be super charged and beat far faster than it ought to. The one time we were able to capture a picture of what was happening the doctor clocked it at 240 beats/minute. I believe a normal heart beats 60 beats/minute. That time he was playing dodge ball, however, his heart would go into over drive when he was sleeping. My understanding is that this wasn't exactly hurting my boy, but left untreated could cause issues later....like an enlarged and over worked heart, or him passing out. In short is was going to limit what his ability to participate fully in this life.
The doctors suspected that he had an extra unprotected circuit in his heart. Did you know that our hearts are electrical? They have biological circuits in them that work just like a the metal ones that run our lamps and lap tops. They usually have breakers on them so that impulses remain controlled. In John's case the extra circuit, the rogue, didn't have a breaker on it because it was outside the normal system. Consequently when it got utilized it didn't know how to stop...it just kept looping.
The plan was to go in, find the rogue and disconnect it. Tuesday morning they did just that.
For all of the prayers and well wished I thank you! I am blessed to have such quilty friends, and awed at the mighty workings of my God and His creation.
Oh...his friends have given my boy all sorts of heart related nicknames now...