The morning of the surgery, my son had fluid in his lungs which put him at much greater risk for complications during the surgery. The first time, the surgeon was sick. The second time, my son was sick. I guess the third time is a charm. Nature has a lot of “threes” in it, so we’re hoping this next time is the good one. We do not have a date yet. I guess it doesn’t matter if you say “everything happens for a reason” or “glory to God for all things” or whatever phrase you want to use. We’ll just have to stay positive and go with the flow.