I wanted to title this "The Last Supper," but that's kind of morbid and fatalistic. So, I'm not.
The Boy had his last meal before the surgery this morning - breakfast! He ignored the pancakes, ignored the eggs with ketchup and filled up on grapes. Sigh. He's on a clear liquid diet for the next 24 hours, which is going to make tonight no fun at all.
The babysitter is meeting my father at the hospital for the EKG and the last minute bloodwork this afternoon. If his numbers are low, they'll give him nupagen. If not, then they'll just do the EKG and send the results to CHOP.
Can't wait for this to be over.