I should feel relieved the anesthesiologists raised zero-hour questions before a potentially lethal problem arose in the OR.
I should give thanks our family can celebrate Thanksgiving on Thanksgiving day.
I should be grateful for so many reasons...the shimmering beauty of this morning's first snowfall of the season, the sound of my younger daughters giggling on the sofa in the next room, the fact that I can unpack our suitcases, removing them from my view until surgery's rescheduled.
Instead, I feel somewhat like Bilbo did when talking with Gandalf on the eve of his eleventy-first birthday party: "...I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread."
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