Update # 3: The Awakening

My dad woke up at the stroke of midnight — fitting news considering he's so magical a guy. I got the news this morning from my uncle John, who communicated with Dr. Edwards and received the news, via SMS, that the first thing my dad said to the doctor was, "he's happier to see me [Doc Edwards] today than yesterday."
Mike and I went in at a little after 10 to see him, and I'm happy to report, he looks and seems to be doing very well! He and Mikey P exchanged a number of jokes (he's exceptionally lucid, considering he's on morphine), and he squeezed my hand with the strength of Thor, or maybe the Hulk. However, because they had to break open his sternum for the procedure, it hurts for him to laugh or cough; because of this and other pain, he's on a morphine drip, which surprisingly has not dulled his mental faculties to any significant degree. My uncle John and cousin Andrew have come from Queensbury to visit, which they'll do after we get some much-needed lunch.
Anyway, the news is good, and pops looks great — I think he may give that photogenic girl a run for her money!
Currently, they're removing many of the tubes from him, so when we see him, he should look less like a cyborg and more like the man-bear-pig we all know and love!

-Lucas