Obstacles + More Surgery + Dad's Accident

Ah, winter.  You beautiful cold bitch you.

Yesterday I went sledding with Alice and our 5 year old neighbor and lover of life, Anat.  When we went down the hill, we had to be careful to avoid hitting one another (for the love of God, get out of the way, kids!) and the dog who would bark and chase us down the hill (a lovely trick I taught her when I was single and would go sledding with her - not such a great one now that there are kids involved.).  When Anat and I successfully made it to the bottom of the hill, avoiding both the dog and taking out Alice, I shouted, "Hooray!  We made it through all the obstacles."  Anat, not one of those little people who pretend they know things when they don't, asked, "What's an obstacle?"  to which I responded, "it's something that gets in the way."  We spent the rest of our sledding time joyfully avoiding the obstacles and using the word correctly.    

All that obstacle defining and avoiding got me thinking about the obstacles we as humans create for ourselves, both physical and emotional.  Really, the majority of it is bullshit we make up in our heads.  Okay, my obstacles are bullshit that I create and really aren't meant to get in the way.  They're there to teach.   

For example, this whole cancer thing that came up this year.  Obstacle?  Not really.  It was a wake up call to truly live life.  While I was meditating on this awhile back, I heard a voice say, "You've been given a life sentence.  What are you going to do with it?"  

It was a thrilling and terrifying message to receive all at one time.  I mean, who doesn't want to live, right?  But holy shit, that's a lot of pressure.  So, I've remained a little bit paralyzed by it and am still processing.  It's become an obstacle rather than a doorway to something new.  I'd love help with working through this and welcome any thoughts (or prayers) any of you beautiful people may have. 

More Surgery on Thursday

Fear not, there are no obstacles here.  Just trying to get the aesthetics right on my new implants.  As I've mentioned in past post, I have very little breast tissue.  It's about as thin as the skin on my forehead which makes the implant ripple a bit in places.  For this day surgery, I will have fat grafted from my belly to be placed under my breast tissue to help improve the appearance.  All in all, they're looking pretty darn good, even in a swim suit.  More importantly, I can comfortably lift things and have no residual pain, as some women experience when they go through this type of procedure.   

I'll let you know how everything goes.  

Dad's Accident

I got the call we all dread last night, the one where it's an EMT telling you that someone you love has been in accident.  In this case, it was my dad.  His car slid off the road and hit a tree head on.  The car was totaled, but my dad was not. While he's incredibly bruised and sore, he's doing very well.  Thanks to my little sister, Kristy, for heading over the hospital to be with him and drive him home last night.  

Looks like someone else got a life sentence.  I'm grateful for that:-).  

Love,

Lisa