I have never in my life seen anybody look as sick as my dear dad. But throughout all this, he was cognizant of what was going on. The surgeon then said that they would have to perform another operation because all of the fluid that was collecting in my dad's stomach was pressing on his lungs and heart and would eventually kill him. Dad's stomach was like cottage cheese, and they couldn't suture the hole. They put a catheter in with a balloon to try and fill the hole.
W ithin a few days of the surgery dad sort of came around.
The doctors in Idaho Falls indicated that if he continued to progress, and become stable enough, they would fly him home in a medical jet. Low and behold the insurance company did not supply a jet that was suitable enough for somebody as sick as my dad. In addition, dad started bleeding a couple of days beforehand, had about six drainage tubes put in, and had blood transfusions daily to keep up with his blood loss. The paramedics that were supplied by the insurance company didn't know how to use Dad's IV machine which regulated his blood pressure, and didn't have the proper equipment to suction out all the blood that was collecting in dad's stomach. When dad finally landed in Calgary, he threw up blood all over the place, and they thought it was finally over for him, but he survived.