The procedure I was to have this morning to remove a buildup of fluids in my stomach capacity and lower extremities, was abruptly canceled because no such fluids could be found.

I was appropriately prepped at 7 a.m. for the 20 to 25 minutes procedure that would hopefully drain the fluids that were threatening my diaphragm and making my breathing more and more difficult. 

Although outward appearances--stomach protrusion, a sloshing to be heard, lower extremities suddenly swollen--indicated fluids were present, an ultrasound administered before the procedure to "map" those pools, found no such pools nor any trace of fluids that were supposed to be there.

Doctors, technicians--everyone in the operating suite--were stunned and had no explanation.  The blame may be laid to the cirrhotic liver that is possibly emitting something into my stomach (fatty) tissue.  It is being absorbed there and can not be detected.

The consensus was that this may be a problem to be explored by a specialist in hematology (treatment of blood disorders).  Coincidentally I see such a doctor on Wednesday when he will do the iron transfusion that had already been ordered.

Frankly I'm a little disappointed and frightened too.  I know I teared up this morning when the decision was made and bless those who left me alone for a few minutes to do that.  

Spring came early this morning and was quite evident when  Carol and I left the hospital.  Fine southern breezes had melted what snow we had left on the ground and the sun was out in full Wisconsin glory.  I needed that.