Oh, wierd

Due to have major surgery on my back tomorrow morning, blood cross-matched for blood bank and all ...
But heard from the anaethestist half an hour ago or so ... about 9:45 pm ...
The surgeon's Dad is suddenly dying and he must fly to Christchurch so cannot operate tomorrow.

I'm not sure what this means: it either means a later or a much later date.
It might put finishing my law degree next year in doubt - I might not be able to go back for the beginning of Sem1.

Oh, I hope not! I've worked so very hard to get back in work after managing Gerald's illness and death, and to to explain yet another medical reason for delay and time out of the work force is just ugly.

So maybe I should not have the operation? Not have it yet?
Really? Oh, I hope not!

Unorganising arrangements for kids, cat, cleaning and whatever else I've forgotten.
Now what?

Probably gratitude.
For still being able to move around fine.
For still having a chance for the operation.
For having it paid for by insurance.
For having a lovely house to live in.
For having enough money for now.
For having a brain that works fine-ish.
For actually having children, albeit very upset ones.