[Insert Life-altering Event #3 Here]

...continued.

"They" say bad things happen in threes...for me, this year it's been more like six or seven.

Just two weeks into my new life. New job. New home. My mom had to clear out two bedrooms to accommodate my daughter and me. So we were climbing over each others stuff...piles of boxes upon boxes of crap that had been stuffed, flung, crammed and packed with no rhyme or reason. Nothing like merging three women packrats together into a small space in a small amount of time.

I was supposed to fill in at another store while the boss was on vacation when it hit me. It was Friday and I really didn't feel well. All day I kept thinking I was coming down with some sort of stomach bug. The day progressed and the pain progressed. Long story short I had an obstruction in my bowel (scar tissue from my gastric bypass) and had to have surgery.

My opening statement said bad things - but good sometimes comes out of bad. If I hadn't been at my mother's and living in such close proximity to my daughter, I may not have sought medical attention. I thought it was a bug and I tend to suffer in silence. But Kara wouldn't hear of it. She got my mother and my sister involved and the three most important women in my life convinced me that a doctor might be able to help. Mary drove me to the emergency room and most likely saved my life.

To be continued...