My ex-boyfriend, Mark, had his gaul bladder removed, actually, in the end I don't think he had it removed, I think they did something to make it better without removing it.
I think it was keyhole surgery, and not the full slice open.
He got an infection after the surgery, which developed into an infection in his blood.
He has been really sick with it, from all accounts struggling to get better.
And for a time there things really didn't look good.
Well, that was last week.
Then they did another MRI and they found that he had some sort fluid retention around, or behind, his pancreas which kept expelling liquid intermittently reinfecting him. Or something.
This week he is in ICU, but they now think they have him on the right treatment.
Cross your fingers.
Oh, boy, he is my best friend. I can hardly breathe when I think about what he is going through. I can't imagine losing him. The greatest guy. And he lives so far way, the Northern Rivers, so I can't just drop into see him, and sit with him, by his bed.
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