When my dad explained to his neighbour that I had just undergone pulmonary valve replacement surgery, the neighbour says; "yeah, but how many bypasses did she have?" ... "Oh, no bypasses? My brother had a triple!" Like it was some kind of one-upmanship.
My ward was mostly CABG patients, I bunked in three different rooms in my fortnight there sharing space with a total of twelve other patients, only two of them being valve replacement/repairs. You can add a third if you count my Impromptu sleepover earlier this week.