Cliff's brother came and took us to Cliff's appointment with the surgeon. We left the house at 8:30 and got home about 2:30, so it was a difficult day for Cliff, although I can see him gaining strength every day. A nurse took the staples out of the incision. The doctor then sent us to St. Mary's to get an MRI and a blood test. While we were in his office, he was talking about the surgery and said, "When we saw that hole in a bile duct, we thought, "How are we going to fix this?"
Well, they are still working on that. Poor Cliff.
The surgeon called a while ago with the results of today's test: There's still a little pocket of fluid floating under the liver. They are going to try and schedule a cat scan tomorrow, and possibly remove some of that fluid with a needle. If that doesn't do the trick, there's also a possibility they may have to put a larger stent in that bile duct than the one that's in there, which would mean another procedure where they go down his throat. Cliff is, naturally, pretty depressed. He's tired of not feeling good, tired of being weak, and tired of having to force food down. I do trust that they are doing everything they can to get him feeling better. I could hear the disappointment in the surgeon's voice when he called. Cliff is an unusual case, and I think the doctors are having to play it by ear, to a large extent.