They’re going to take a shot at another procedure tomorrow that might, if it works and he gets lucky, keep Chaplin from needing any more surgery.
I’ll refrain from spelling out the details to spare the delicate sensibilities of the gentlemen in the audience, but let’s just say that if this works, the outcome is far, far preferable to if it doesn’t.
Please, keep my poor, stoned little buddy in mind tomorrow. He could really use a break from all the complications and pain. Thank you.