It actually went okay. The day after surgery the doc came to see me. He was sitting in a chair talking and I mentioned that I hadn't looked at it yet. His face lit up and he jumped out of his chair and said, "Oh, you have to see it, it's so beautiful! It's like a rosebud and that is perfect because we live in the city of roses!" He was so enthusiastic and proud of his work and that made it so much better.
Thank goodness for the doctors with the good bedside manners! Some of them are just horrible.
(I wouldn't describe it as beautiful. I find it a bit repulsive to tell the truth, but I can live with it.)