Hello all. I am new to support groups -- really good at giving support -- not so good at asking for it. My journey begins as I imagine many does with a life frustrated by many (nearly constant) attempts at weight loss. As an opera singer, weight is constantly an issue with our new world of High Def - it doesn't matter if you sound fantastic you must also fit the mold. It is hard enough to live in our society as a larger person - imagine being on stage where many feel it is completely appropriate to comment on your weight. It makes you crazy - in fact - I have starved myself so much that I think I damaged my heart as well as my metabolism. As a motivated musician, I wouldn't consider WLS as I should be able to do it by myself...and I didn't want to be cut in my abdominal area. So what changed? Well I was on the path to death. Sound dramatic? Unfortunately it is true. Last summer I started getting weaker and it was progressing very quickly. I was diagnosed with pulmonary hypertension. After lots of tests, I finally found a wonderful specialist who said I was carrying 80-100lbs of excess fluid. Diuretics, even in massive doses didn't do much as I was allergic to 3 of the 4. The fourth has horrible side effects and is ungodly expensive. I take it though because without it I can gain 3-7lbs a day. The next step suggested was WLS. I was broken hearted as I didn't want to have to do it...but finally a phenomenal surgeon made me realize that it is not an eating problem as much as a metabolic problem. He helped me through the insurance process and 2 mos later I was ready for surgery.
I was 'sleeved' on March 3 - traveled through snowstorm Titan to get to the hospital. I had a wonderful surgical team who was very careful. You see, I'm also allergic to most things -- all antibiotics, latex, codeine the list goes on and on. Thankfully I survived. So now I'm on this journey back to life. And I'm terrified. emotional...still have anesthesia-head...did I mention terrified? What if the weight doesn't come off after all this... ?
I started last summer at 447. Day of surgery 408.2. Today - 3 weeks later 386.2
I'm glad that I did it as I don't really want to die - Just tired and trying to be hopeful that better days are coming. They say the first 2 mos are the hardest. Do you agree?
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