I was scheduled for Dec.6th and was mentally, financially and ergonomically ready but then I got this nasty virus. Coughing up stuff, runny nose, sore throat. My PS told me this morning he couldn’t, in his right mind, perform a tummy tuck on me knowing that I am still coughing...that would be torturesome. So, now we wait until I am completely well (no coughing) and then try to find an opening on the surgery center’s schedule as well as his...preferably before Christmas. I’ve had a myriad of emotions today - on the one hand I have a little more time to get more stuff taken care of (e.g., Christmas presents, more garments, etc.), but now it’ll make my recovery later into the holiday shutdown time. I was hoping to be in decent shape by Christmas - not running marathons or anything but at least able to get up and out a little. I know this is best; I trust God has orchestrated this all out of love for me...His child. I just got a little down about being so ready and then suddenly coming to an abrupt halt. Oh well. Such is life. I believe everything happens for a good reason. Now I just have to get myself psyched up again when we find a new date. This will happen when it’s supposed to. May His will be done.