Thanks, y'all! I am so happy this morning. I spoke with Middle Brother, who called my SiL this morning. Oldest Brother will be in intensive care for a few more days, and she's only allowed to see him for a couple of hours a day, but she said that he was so happy to find that he could speak (though his speech was slurred) that he was singing last night, singing "That's Amore" to her. He's going to be in rehab for a while, learning how to use his right arm again, and they've upgraded his tumor to a grade IV, which isn't really a surprise, I guess, but the family mood at the moment is buoyant.
Middle Brother and I are even planning a joint visit to Long Island in November now, so that we can share a hotel room. (We both agree that SiL doesn't need us all over her house with everything she's got going on.) I'm not getting my hopes up, because Middle Brother has flaked out on me before, but I am riding the high of good news and hoping for the best. And I have lots of places to stay in the city with easy access to the LIRR if it doesn't pan out.
And today, I party with Kate P. and her DH! Life is good. Love to Buffistas and your powerful ~ma!