Update

Well, it's like this. Although Dad is walking around the ward, and enjoying eating soup and jelly, they did find all sorts of nasties when they opened him up.

So we're waiting for tests to tell us what's next.

I'm reminded of that scene in Futurama, when they're waiting to go into battle and an old soldier goes, "The waiting's the worst part..."

"What, you mean the battle's not so bad?" says Fry.

"Oh, wait. I forgot about the battle," says the old soldier, clearly horrified.

Huh.

I'm back home, since we won't get results till next week. Thanks so much for your good wishes, prayers, and hugs. I'm living on support via the 'net, and the phone, you know. :-)