Today Amy was moved down to the neurosurgery post-op floor. It is a nicer room and no room mate, so a nice improvement. She's feeling better and better and getting more things 'unplugged' including the drain that came out of her head. We went for a couple of walks around the halls. In the afternoon the neuro-oncology resident came by with the pathology results. The pathology came back as tumor, calling it a grade IV glioma. This wasn't what we wanted to hear, but not unexpected from what we saw on the MRI a month ago. Hopefully, we can meet with the neuro-oncologist tomorrow to discuss possible treatments. It is good to know we are in God's hands no matter what. We've been in this situation before and saw God work then too. I took the kids down to see Amy tonight and afterwards we talked about her diagnosis. Mia asked, "Was it more of a shock the first time or this time (11 years ago)?" I guess the first time, but it is by no means easy any time.
On a lighter note, I've noticed that in situations like this, people assume that as a male I can't perform normal household functions like cooking so they bring us food! This is great, saving me time at home so that I can still feed the kids and schlep them back and forth to the hospital to see their mom. Thanks to all of those who voted their lack of confidence in me with lasagna, chili and other goodies!