The big day

We arrived at the hospital at 8.30am. Checked in. Waited.
They called Jason in at 9am and got him all dressed in the hospital gown and all ready.
Then they called us in at 9.45am to be with him. We met his anesthesia doctors, nurses, CRNA, Dr. Kuwada's assistant and Dr. Kuwada himself. And Jason was wheeled in at 10.30am.

We waited in the waiting room.
At 12.30pm, the hospital staff told us that the Operating Room called and informed that they were still working on Jason.
We waited some more.
Three more hours passed. No news yet.
It was the longest and most nerve-wrecking moment ever. I was scared to death because we weren't expecting the surgery to take this long. Negative thoughts were going through my head at this point.

Finally, Dr Kuwada walked in at 1.50pm. He looked tired. I was terrified at what he was going to say. Then he smiled and I was relieved. He told us the surgery went well. His liver did not shrink as much as he wanted it to, but it did not cause him any trouble.
He told us he'll be in recovery for the next two hours. So we went upstairs and waited in the recovery room.

At 2.30pm, we were informed they had moved Jason to the ICU because of breathing problems.
We were allowed to go in and see him around 4pm.
He was hooked up with all sorts of wires, machine and tubes and electrodes. We watched his readings on a monitor. Each time his breathing dropped to 5 the alarm would go off, and if he doesn't wake up, the number would drop further and we'll see a flat line on the screen when it reached zero. That was scary. We kept trying to wake him up every 2 minutes because the alarm kept going off as his breathing dropped.
Finally at 6pm, his breathing stabilized at around 20.

The nurse that was on duty at that time was annoyingly useless. I don't think I could have trusted her to wake Jason up at all. She kept trying to tell us how busy she was and that she had her reports to finish up before she goes home. I don't care about her stupid reports. I just want my husband alive.

Being in the ICU, we had to leave at 11pm because they did not allow visitors from 11pm-8am.
I could not sleep at all that night.
My mind kept saying "wake up Jason! Wake up!"