GH should be home from the hospital on Friday. The antibiotics seem to have helped, but the source of the infection is still a bit of a question mark. The docs drained nearly four liters of fluid from his abdominal cavity today, which will be analyzed for infection. Even if the fluid wasn't the problem, GH is still more comfortable with it out. It's hard to eat when you have so much fluid taking up space in there.
Tomorrow GH will have a procedure to place stents in his liver. The team at the hospital he's in now thinks that they can access enough blockages to make it worthwhile. They don't guarantee success, but they want to give it the ol' college try. The stents will be internal. They aren't sure how many they will place yet. Once they get in there, they'll figure out how many blockages they can relieve.
The stents will help with the jaundice and thus the infernal itching that has plagued GH over the past weeks. What they won't help with is the prognosis. GH's oncologist was by today. She's not a woman to say "You have X amount of time to live" because really, what good does that do anyone? But this time was different. This time she felt like she needed to let us know that we could be looking at weeks here. Weeks. Not months. Not years. Weeks. When you may only have weeks, you start to need to do things and think about things in a different way.
It's too soon and it's too fast. But that would always be the case.