There is still the recovery to get through, and swallowing is not the most fun he's ever had. But to start with the procedure going well: hurrah! Onwards! Wiktory!
And on a much more trivial level: so glad to be out of that freezing cold hospital I can hardly tell you. It is in the 80s here today on the Fahrenheit scale. I was wearing wool socks and jeans and a shirt and a hoodie, and I kept putting my hands on markgritter's laptop to warm them, because you could hang meat in the family lounge of that hospital. Uff da.