Today at 2pm best friend no. 2's husband, also one of my oldest and best friends in his own right, will be going into surgery to remove a brain tumour he's been battling for the last few years. He's undergone several of these operations already, but until yesterday we were unaware that this time, the tumour has metastasized. This afternoon, the surgeons will go in and remove as much of it as possible, but the prognosis is even bleaker than it was before. The next 48 hours will be critical. I've just spoken to his wife, and although we're trying our best to remain positive of a good outcome, and not think ahead beyond the surgery and God willing, his recovery, deep down we are both very scared.