Disappointment (mixed with a little fear)

I am not in the mood to do this post, but I feel I owe it to my faithful readers.  Cliff did not come home today.  The doctor wanted to make sure there was no bile escaping into Cliff's belly, so they did another scan.  Guess what?  
The first thing I said was, "So maybe that's why he feels so awful and has no appetite..."  
Doctor said, "Ma'am, he isn't going to have an appetite six weeks from now.  We had to take his gall bladder out a piece at a time because it was bonded to his liver.  If it had been any longer before he had surgery, he would be dead."  
Oh.  
So yes, bile fluid is leaking either from where they put the T-tube or else from some German-named, useless ducts on the bottom of the liver.  Tomorrow some other kind of specialist (gastro-something) will put a stint in the duct, if the problem is at the T-tube, and they will remove the T-tube.  If that isn't where the bile is coming from, he will get a stint in a different spot and keep the tube.  
I am not going into the details, but there are a lot of "ifs" to this procedure.