Hi guys. Sorry I wasn't a font of information but getting the Captain home and settled was first priority. His daughter arrived and there was no way to send an email.

First - I will never forgive that wimp of a doctor for lacking the balls to tell Kendall himself. It was like telling a child that his dog had died. But Kendall decided that there was a reason for this and it would all turn out for the best - after he castrated the doctor. "He was awake and lucid after the surgery. There was no excuse for not telling him" - that came from the nurse in charge.
For the record, Captain Morse has not lost his sense of humor and took great glee in following me around a supermarket (we had to pick up a prescription) clapping his hands for attention like some arrogant sultan. I WILL GET EVEN! People , especially women, watched in wonder as I jumped to attention at my master's summons.
Thursday I flew to NYC for the closing - I no longer own a home in NY - and back in the evening. When I called from the airport Kendall's line was busy - not part of the plan. I took a cab to his place to find his daughter and son-in-law also worried about why his line was busy. He was sitting in front of the TV oblivious to the grey hairs he was creating. Turned out his ISP service ended at noon. His phone line was connected to the computer - no service. Sigh! I am too old for this.
Today he should get the biopsy results. Believe it or not, cancer would not be the worst case scenario. It could be stopped and shrunk with radiation.
So...I hope all of you will join me in focusing healing thoughts on Kendall's vocal chords. For those of you who doubt the efficacy of prayer in whatever form, do it anyway - it can't hurt.
SINS