Yesterday was my Dad's surgery, and thanks to all the prayers, good wishes, positive vibes, and possibly chickens sacrificed on his behalf, it looks like "they got it all".
"They" meaning the surgeons et al, "got" meaning removed, "it all" being every last scrap of cancer.
And that, my friends, is a cute little summary of a hellish 16-hour day during which, at every trip to the hospital bathroom (because, lots of coffee), I noticed my hair was greyer.
But the surgeon says "no trace of cancer anywhere else", so even if all my hair were to turn snow white before dropping off my head and leaving me bald as an egg: Great! it's a bright, bright sunshiny day.
I cast on a vest for Dad (at his request) last week, and (power knitting) finished it before the surgery. It just needs the ribbing at neck and arms...I forgot "Folk Vests" at home so couldn't do the ribbing at the hospital as I had planned.
Next post - knitting news and pictures. I have finished so many projects in the last few months, you'd be surprised.
PS: My sister is here to be with my parents and me this week, and she wrote a beautiful post for Dad yesterday before the surgery. If you would like to read a bit more about my lovely Dad, and even seen a photo of him in his preferred habitat, click over to Blethering Spot and bring Kleenex.