Miracles come in the strangest of ways. I can identify with this gentleman to some extent. Two years ago I had a bad pain in the lower part of my stomach, I thought it was from something I ate and prettying much ignored it. I finally broke down and went to the doctor, he couldn't find anything to cause the pain and sent me for an MRI. About 7:30 the morning after the MRI I received a call from the doctor instructing me to come in as quickly as possible, that scared the heck out of me, but I got dressed and went in. When I arrived the nurse rushed me back to one of the examining rooms and checked me out, after a few minutes the doctor came in and said, "I have good news, and I have bad news." The good news, the pain was caused by a bacterial infection in my lower intestine, the bad news, I had an aneurysm the size of a tennis ball on my aorta, I needed immediate surgery to correct the problem. I went to my cardiovascular surgeon, he took a look at the MRI, and agreed I need the surgery immediately but he couldn't operate until the infection was cleared up. I set on pins and needles for two weeks while the antibiotics done their work then went in for the surgery.
This experience was much more painful and restricting than my by-pass surgery, and caused me to have an even greater respect for my surgeon. Several days after the operation when I was coherent and could speak he came in and I ask about the surgery. His knew I was a hunter, and said, "Well Bill, what I done was field dress you. I did basically the same thing you do to a deer, but after taking it out, I put it back." He remover all the intestines, the stomach, kidneys, liver, etc. and placed them in a pan while he went in and repaired the aneurysm, then put it all back. He said, "Now if everything works you will be OK." I couldn't eat for five days, or until my stomach woke up. I got a charge out of that, the nurses came by often asking if I has passed gas yet, there was one feisty little gal that bounced down the hall every ten-fifteen minutes and shouted into my room, "Can you give me a big ole nasty fart?" "If you will, I will get you some food."
That was the only time in my life that I needed to and couldn't pass gas. (It's just an old man thing. passing gas!)
As I said, mine was a near death experience too, I hope he is doing well now.