He went under around 7am and it should take upwards of 14 hours. Two teams, the one removing the cancer and then a team of plastic surgeons to repair afterwards. He is in Cleveland; my poor grandmother is a mess. She is a feisty old Italian, strait from Sicily. She was giving the surgeons the ole "You better take good care of my Bobby!" I teased that she probably threatened some old Sicilian curse. Say a prayer!
Gratitude for today:
1. My kids are doing well in school.
2. DH still has a job.
3. The sun is shining again today.
4. Work is remaining consistent.
5. My dad has a great team of doctors working on him today.
TBT - 2008
9 years ago
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Hugs and prayers! I hope it all goes well.
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