Just saw Elsa. She is doing very well so I came down to Au Bon Pain to re-fuel. I ordered a palmiere, French Roast coffee and a fresh fruit cup. It's what I call a balanced blogger meal.
The nurse said that Elsa was doing well, but complaining of nausea, so she was going to keep her in the recovery room until she felt better. I will go again in an hour to see how she is doing.
The anesthesiologist came by and said that the tumor was the size of a medium cantaloupe, but that it had come out easily. Elsa lost some blood but did not require a transfusion.
The anesthesiologist is Chinese and Elsa is going to the 8th floor, room 33. Wow! Right? Is there a more auspicious indicator that things will turn out well than that?