Well, the surgery went well. The tumor is not, I repeat, NOT cancerous! We are obviously overjoyed and I feel as though we've gone down from DefCon 5 to PermaGrin. Yesterday was a very long and emotional day, and although he looks like hell at this point, my husband is going to be okay.
The bad news is they were unable to remove the coward (that is, the tumor). I am now even more convinced that Osama bin Laden is holed up inside my husband's pancreas - effectively the only place it is impossible to remove him from. It is difficult to accept that this little bastard will live inside my partner for the rest of his days and, indeed, I have blatantly lied to both of my children and told them that the offender has been removed so that they can believe he will be okay now. Perhaps someday I'll 'fess up, but for now I just want us to be able to move on, albeit with a terrorist in our midst. At least the surgeons made sure he won't cause any more trouble. I don't have the time or energy to go into details (nor do I expect you truly care about all of them), but my confidence in the medical team he has is strong and I believe they did the right thing.
Thanks for all your support and kind words. We felt them all and are truly grateful.