Eleven relatives in the waiting room. Seven hours of surgery. The mood was generally positive, with a little anxiety (read: everyone kept it together except for Grandma, whose nervous energy caused her to demand walks to the gift shop and non-stop chatter.).
The surgeon reported that he was able to remove all of the brain tumor. He cautioned that he would be very tired and weak for a while, so it would be best for not everyone to see him tonight. We sent in Grandma and two uncles, and he was awake and talking! I will head over to the hospital tomorrow after work, but for now - Remy gets all of my attention!
Thank you for all your positive thoughts and prayers!! <3