Recovering well

Joseph is again stunning us all with his quick recovery and fighting spirit. Last night I was pretty depressed and was feeling kind of listless and weak. Well, within one minute of Joseph waking up I was crying laughing. This boy cracks me up. First, he wanted HIS underwear back on and wouldn't accept the hospital diaper as an alternative. After asking about 10 times, we finally unplugged all the tubes and got the boy his Bob the Builder undies on. Then, he wanted his blue crocs on, which just got me tickled because he has NO clothes on but he wants his shoes on. And, he drank 3 juice boxes and an entire grilled cheese before I left at 9:30 p.m. Allen, ever the sacrificial Dad and husband, stayed by his side all night in a chair and let me go sleep in a bed. Boy, I'm so lucky.
This morning Joseph had his post-op MRI and he's now back up in his normal room without any IVs hooked up or anything monitoring his heart rate or BP. So, I guess that means he is recovering very well since he doesn't need any of that. He and Daddy are both soundly sleeping and Joe's pain seems to be fairly normal and is being managed well with morphine. He keeps saying he's ready to go to sleep now (meaning to be sedated), so he obviously thinks the surgery hasn't happened and he's ready to go get it done. What a blessing he doesn't understand everything that is happening. He is also very irked that he can't move his head and sit up yet. He was like an irrated executive yesterday, saying, "I can't move my head! I can't do ANYTHING!" He knows there is pain there but has no idea where it came from.
Needless to say, we are still very bummed about the news yesterday. But if Joseph isn't ready to quit fighting, we sure aren't either. We will find out the official results of the biopsy then formulate a plan of attack on this horrible tumor that doesn't belong in my baby's head. Thank you all for your notes and prayers.