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This is Denny: The bad news is, the nurse told Teresa to stop walking around and get back in bed. Not kidding. Other bad news: her professional hockey career is over.

I’m sitting here in the hospital room, 24 hours after the surgery. Let’s just say this: The surgeon came into the waiting room yesterday smiling. Buttockectemy: a roaring success. Two of three muscles left intact. Badass tumor, gone. (my term, not Dr. H’s). There were almost a dozen family members there, and we let out a collective whoop (and we’re a loud bunch).

Then we had to wait, blah, blah, until we could go up and see her. And there she was, the Queen Bee, all awake and sassy. (nothing different there).

Today, Tuesday, I arrive at the hospital in the mid-afternoon, and stop to take a phone call before I get to Teresa’s room. A minute later, I turn around, and there’s Teresa, walking with a walker towards me, wearing a grin and a classy hospital gown, with family behind, making their own parade. Jaw dropping moment.

Now we’re here in the room, and Teresa is chatting away. We decide it’s time to blog. So, here’s a direct Teresa quote: “My God is bigger than the monster.” (She just said that) Big enough for her to keep walking around the floor. Big enough to walk up the little Physical Therapy stairs that lead nowhere and everywhere. Big enough to make nurse and doctors do Elmer Fudd-like doubletakes, while Teresa stands at the top of the ministairs, hands on hips, laughs like Erroll Flynn, and declares, “I’m Queen of the World”

The world got bigger today.