Illusions of control. Unrealistic expectations that life will bend its ways to my will. The wheels of the Medical team turn slowly. My attempts to speed things up are to no avail. Nothwithstanding that my convenience would be better served to have surgery by Friday and, therefore, be a bit more healed by Christmas Eve. It may or may not happen so quickly. To me, it seems my life is on hold. Waiting is not my strong suite.
Lord, grant me patience.