And he did.
His siblings came from out of town, and joined the rest of his family (already here in town) and came over for an impromtu visit. They were kind enough to bring the entire "party" (all of the food and drinks) with them and we sat around the table and talked for hours, while the teenagers played video games upstairs. This is a typical Italian/Irish gathering for me for more than two decades. Some things never change.
I'd look over at hubby often to see if he was just putting on a brave a face during the visit, but he seemed okay. He did well. He was not in a lot of pain or discomfort. I later learned that he was taking rx pain meds two at a time every four hours so the pain never got out of hand.
He even managed to eat a bit-not a lot-but something. Always a good sign.
In other words, he was on his best behavior and I know that his siblings enjoyed seeing him be "normal".
Later that evening, we ALL attended my youngest son's last baseball game and it seemed the perfect ending to the day.