I don't even know what normal is anymore...
Normal is my husband having day passes to come home and him spending his nights at the hospital.
Normal is Isabella freaking out every time Pablo has to head back to the hospital (and yesterday she was in hysterics).
Normal is Simon not having a clue what is going on.
Pablo's surgeon came by to see him last night to explain what will happen Monday. The surgery will take around 6 hours. It is that long because once the tumour has been removed, they have to wait for the swelling to go down before they can put things back together and stitch him up (I won't write about the details - it isn't pretty). He'll be kept under for at least another 3 hours after surgery. Chemotherapy and radiation will be started about one month after the surgery so that his body has some time to recuperate.
Monday is definitely going to be the longest day of my life.
This morning, Pablo is going golfing. He figures this might be his only opportunity this summer to do it since he might not have the energy to do it once chemo and radiation start. Obviously he loves his golf.
I'm hoping to take more family photos at some point this weekend - maybe outside since it is going to be somewhat warm.