Again, don't remember much of this day, except for my doctor coming in around noon and saying he was sorry to inform me but I was going to have to undergo another surgery. I remember asking, "When?" To which he answered, "Now." Within an hour I was under anesthesia and under the knife (no robot on this one). This could certainly be chalked up to another thing I hadn't expected! Again, don't remember much about it. I believe he came in later that day (or was it tomorrow?) and showed me a picture of what he found after he opened me up. The end of one of my ureters had necrosed and died. He said he had never seen that before. The picture showed all this pink and healthy looking tissue and this white line (the necrosed ureter) running down the middle of it all. He said the ureters get their blood supply from both the bladder and the kidneys, so when the bladder is removed they have to obtain their whole blood supply from the kidneys. Evidently the blood supply for the one ureter wasn't enough from its correspondng kidney to keep the very end of it alive, so it died. He had to section it and reconnect it to the stoma. This surgery evidently only took 1 hour and was immediately successful, so that was great! Now I could really be on the road to recovery!