I pray that at 10:45 am CST when they wheel him in, the doctors are rested and on top of their game.
That the anesthesiologist is careful, the nurses attentive and kind.
That they don’t nick the nerve in his face, that there isn’t much cancer left to remove. That he comes through OK, without loss of voice or facial control.
That he will be OK. That he can rest and recover and gear up for the next round of hell.