Mom didn't sleep last night. I woke up at 3 AM to hear her in the shower. We both went ahead and walked down to the lobby to wait for Dad and Maggie to get dressed and ready. By 5, we had congregated downstairs and began the day.
We walked from the hotel to the surgery center; that was nice. Mom was in good spirits. She walked up to the desk to check in and said "Hi! I'm here to drop off a tumor." About 15 minutes later, they called her and a +1 back to pre-op. (We managed to keep from crying up til then. I told you guys, social crier. Somebody started leaking and I had to join in.)
The waiting area is the whole floor of the surgery center. They've got it arranged in little walled-off areas with furniture and a tv in each one. We snagged one pretty quick. Free coffee and latte's out of a neat machine nearby.
Mom's been in for almost 2 hours, and there's still no information on the board, so we're going a little stir crazy. I may make Maggie put down her Nora Roberts novel and help me find a bagel or something.