My prayers and wishes were probably a little different what my readers might imagine. So let me share them with you - to give you the advantage of my years of medical practice, sometimes in the operating room when things did not go well during a procedure.
I wished my surgeon a really good night's sleep. I wished him a terrific relationship with his spouse and a home (including parental) life free of tension and difficulty. I wished him enjoyment of his surgical practice and a good professional relationship with patients, with his surgical team, with the nurses and staff people caring for me, and the hospital administration of the institution where he performs surgery (so that he has the environment, equipment, staffing and supplies appropriate for the day's work). I wished him the ability to focus specifically on the issues at hand when he performed surgery on me, to the exclusion of any possible distractions, even momentary ones. I wished him freedom from the oppression of economic burdens, good transportation between his home and the hospital, and a bright sunny invigorating morning which he could enjoy in good health. And I wished him knowledge competence and judgment appropriate for the procedure at hand.
If all of these prayers and wishes were granted, I - the patient - would do just fine.
And I guess that's what happened.