Update

Melanie came through the surgery quite well. It took an hour and a half, and the tissue samples were benign. She was in good spirits when we got to see her, and should be home this weekend. Amalia is handling it pretty well, too, although there was one time she said, "what was all that art in the museum (the hospital has quite a good art gallery in it)?"

"You mean in the hospital?"

"Don't say that, Babbo. It makes me sad."

Awww. Right now she is snoring away in our bed, sleeping soundly after a hot dog at her favorite pub, a chapter of Charlotte's Web, and trading rounds of "the Sunshine Song" (known to the rest of the world as "You are my Sunshine"). If you want cute, have a five year old girl sing that to you.

So, all is well, and Deo Gratias prayers are definitely in order.