Hello friends! I joined this site a year ago. Today is my birthday, and therefore, time for me to reflect on the past. It is also Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, which is also a time for reflection. Three years ago, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. This time three years ago, I was choosing a surgeon and scheduling a double mastectomy. I then went through several months of chemotherapy, lost all of my hair, almost went bankrupt from loss of work, and thought I was going to leave my children to be raised without a mother. Two years ago, I returned to work fulltime, and struggled to regain my strength, my energy, my very life! It was hard, but somehow I made it through. A year ago I was at my wit's end and so sick, tired, embarrassed, and mad at myself for being fat. A year ago, I wasn't totally convinced that I wanted to get sleeved, but after reading so many of your posts, I quickly made up my mind. By October, I had made an appointment with a surgeon who my insurance would cover. That guy was a total jerk! One thing cancer had taught me: never do something medically that feels wrong. And--doctor's are not gods and you owe them nothing, espcially if they're rude and obnoxious. After meeting him, I made up my mind that I would go to Mexico. After getting creative and finding a way to finance a surgery I never thought I would be able to afford, I finally got sleeved on March 10th of this year by Dr. Ramos-Kelly in Tijuana--a great guy; very skilled and a tru e gentleman!
I began my pre-op diet weighting in at 280. Today, I am 201.2. (yes I need to change my ticker). My goal was to be in onederland by my birthday, but it didn't happen. This is a bit of a disappointment, but I choose to look at it positively because I know it will happen soon: I am 78 pounds lighter than I was a year ago--heck! 6 months ago! I am almost off blood pressure medication. My cholesterol is down 20 points. I wear a size 14, instead of a 22-24. People pay me compliments every day. I have more stamina. I feel pretty. All this has improved my confidence. I feel that I can LIVE life.
My family has a tradition on birthdays. We go to our favorite local Japanese restaurant. This evening I ordered my favorite sushi roll, and could not even eat 1/2 of it. I felt so bad "wasting" food. My husband asked me, "did you enjoy what you had?" I nodded yes. "Then how is it a waste?" I am stuffed. I couldn't even eat a piece of my own birthday cake, but the kids enjoyed it. This sleeve saves me from myself every day because I simply cannot over eat. Today, I am 49 years old. A year from now, I will be 50, and probably healthier than I was at 35. If there are any of you reading this who are on the fence about getting sleeved, I can tell you that for me this was the very best decision I have ever made.
Thanks for reading my ramble! L'Shana Tova!
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