Thanks for your thoughts and prayers, everyone. Today's the first day I could get to the computer. I won't have the results for two weeks, (unbelievable, huh?!) but the surgeon didn't see anything that looked malignant. He's confident it's benign. I'm home and not in too much pain, but kind of out of it from the Vicodin.
Of course, not a word from difficult child. Even easy child daughter's husband, whom she's thrown out for cheating on her, called me the day before the surgery to wish me well. Friends and neighbors have been wonderful offering support and help. Honestly, I don't think he's doing it to be spiteful, I think he's just not capable of feeling anything for anyone besides himself. At least I've come to terms with this. Five years ago I would've been an emotional basketcase over it. Today I sadly accept it.