My son's op on Monday

Started off today in tears reading Ribbsie's post about her sister dying. This bastard disease. Well, my son goes in on Friday to have 3 days of intravenous blood-pressure controlling drugs before his op on Monday. He is putting such a brave face on it, but inside I know he's really worried, and that does me in - he's trying to shoulder it all himself. We did have one piece of good news last week - his PET scan results came back clear apart from the tumour we obviously know about. I was in kitchen when he rang and told me, and I almost sank to my knees I was so relieved. He had the scan last Monday, and the doctor rang him Wednesday to tell him news. NHS at it's best, eh? But obviously it doesn't mean the operation is any less complicated or tricky, because of that, so still living in state of high anxiety - also I have to go Friday to see Oncologist after my own PEt scan last week. So we are all going up to hospital together on Friday. My husband says our family is up there so much recently we'll be invited to the staff dance at Xmas. 90% of these types of tumours (Paragangliomas) are benign. Is it too much to hope for that our son's is one of these 90%? Mine was one of the unlucky 10%, but my sister's was benign. Don't dare to hope at moment. All I feel is this overwhelming urge to hurry, hurry, get this tumour out of him before it spreads. Jeanie xx