Saving My Life
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, 06-20-2014 at 10:04 AM (2376 Views)
I have to share this with you. Two years ago in August, I had Gastric Sleeve surgery. After years of fighting like the dickens to loose weight, and loosing and finding the same fifty pounds over and over again, I decided enough was enough.
I was 56, and obese. I was healthy, well, pretty much healthy for a fat lady...or so I thought. My blood pressure was creeping up. My body ached all the time, I lost my breath going upstairs, my feet screamed in pain constantly. I knew that if I continued on this path, diabetes and other bad things loomed in my future. Also, unbeknownst to me and hidden by fat in my mammograms was a tiny dot which was the beginning of breast cancer.
Fast forward to almost two years from then. Here I am, 130 pounds lighter, and fighting breast cancer. AND WINNING!!! Breast cancer that would have gone undetected because of my weight until it would have been too late.
I have saved my life. In a way I never imagined.
Yeah, I am dukeing it out with chemo right now, but this, too, shall pass.
The cool part of all of this is that I have saved my life, and improved my life on so many levels.
On my way to chemo last week, I drove past a very heavy lady struggling down a sidewalk in the heat. I tried to imagine myself as I used to be, dealing with chemo. It was hard. Everything is hard when you are that heavy.
I spoke to my chemo nurse and expressed my thoughts on being 130 pounds heavier and dealing with chemo. How on earth would I have ever done it? My precious nurse looked me straight in the eye, and quietly shook her head no. " Patty, you would not have lived through this." It was quite chilling.
Yeah, I have gone through some rough spots with the chemo, but most of it has been pretty easy for me. Right now, I am feeling fabulous.
Last night, Jon took me out to dinner to celebrate me feeling better. I got dressed up and darned if I didn't look really great. We went to Ruby Tuesdays.
I had to laugh to myself. Little did the guys who flirted with me at the salad bar and knocked themselves out to open doors for me know that I was a wig-wearing, nearly bald headed, 58 1/2 year old former obese chemo patient.
They just saw me. A very happy and thankful lady.
Thank you, God! Thank you.