Ten hours

That's how long Émilie's surgery was on Thursday: ten hours of worry, of hoping, praying, panicking, and knitting (well, for me, anyway). It was a long day.

But the good news is that the neuro-surgeon estimates that he removed 90-95% of the tumour, preliminary testing still points to it being benign, and there was no visible damage to the auditory or facial nerves. They extubated her really quickly, and we were able to see her in post-op. She spent the night in the ICU, and was released back to her own room yesterday morning.

I spent the day (and night, but that's another story...) with her yesterday, and by the end of the day she was eating and drinking. By this morning she was insisting I go to the cafeteria to get her some breakfast, because the tray wasn't coming fast enough to her liking, and by 2 this afternoon she had been transferred to a fancy-pants wheelchair to take a tour of the ward.

Ten hours of brain surgery. And less than 48 hours later, she's out of bed, colouring, and bossing her father and I around as always. The kid's amazing.

Happy Knitting Everyone.