This morning I had a mini breakdown. I took a shower and tried to pray and sing the tears away. Then a thought crossed my mind: I'm not having surgery Friday. I don't know why. I shook my head and said, "That's silly." I finished getting ready and went out to the living room, and then the phone rang.
It was my surgeon's office calling to cancel my surgery.
My family doctor gave me clearance, but my surgeon doesn't think I should go through with it while my pancreas is still acting up (if you haven't read before, I've had a mild case of pancreatitis for about a month now). Surgery has been tentatively rescheduled for December 6, but it will depend on the full recovery of my pancreas.
I don't know if I feel relieved or not just yet. It's postponing the inevitable. But I know God's got this covered, too. Nothing surprises God! Whether my surgery is Friday or a month from Friday, he knows just what's going to happen.
If nothing else, that's a relief.