Another night in the hospital, and likely to be a week more (if we're lucky). If Cora remains stable, they will likely do the thoracotomy, to remove the top right lobe (the one with the CCAM), on Monday. Both attending surgeons want to be there for the surgery. If she starts going bad, they will do the surgery immediately, performed by whichever surgeon is on call.
We're staying the night at the hospital again. All we can do is sit with her. Touching her and even talking to her very much gets her too stimulated, and we have to keep her calm.
Her ER doctor and nurse just came up to visit, which was very nice of them. Husband knows both of them, and used to work with them. The ER was insane last night when we were in there. My personal favorite was the redneck lady in the next room who'd shot herself in the leg and was screaming, "Heyulp me!! HEYULP me!!" The nurse curtly told her, "We're trying to help you. We didn't do this to you. You did this to yourself." My other favorite exchange was: "What did you shoot yourself with?" Response: "A gun!" Fantastic.
Anyway, the nurses in the PICU are very nice, and things aren't as strict here. Some of the NICU nurses weren't so nice when we were in there. But we're doing okay so far, hanging in there. Today is much better than yesterday, yesterday was quite awful. Still scared as hell, but more optimistic today.