My dad just called. Obviously, he wasn't in surgery. :) He had been all ready to go, IV in place and then the doctor came in and said that the machine they needed had been delivered to the wrong hospital. Oops! Surgery has been rescheduled for Friday. My dad was laughing and said that lately, God keeps bringing him to the precipice and then changing directions (India, surgery, etc.).
The two day delay was actually a blessing because it enables him to attend the funeral of a dear member of their church.
It's all Good. It's all God.