MissFox
In July 2010, I sat in a room full of other morbidly obese adults looking just as anxious and awaiting the seminar that would promise nothing short of a miracle. We were taken through the procedure, risks, and insurance requirements-which I found out my policy required a 6 month medically supervised diet. The next day I made an appointment to see my primary care physician and so my journey began. I made my appointments each month and I even lost about 25lbs. I was determined to lose something (anything) before surgery and it felt good as I did. It continued to feel good until I wasn't losing anymore and just before Thanksgiving, I started gaining the weight back.
Although I'd been preparing for this surgery for about 6 months, in my mind it was still never close to happening-until I made a phone call after that last appointment in December. It goes like this: I completed my last doctor's visit on a Wednesday, called to report my progress to my surgeon and had my medical records faxed over on a Friday; the following Monday I received a call at 10am scheduling me for surgery in exactly one week. I was floored. How could it be possible that I was so close to a completely different life? Ever since that call, I've spent the week getting blood work, a psych evaluation, meeting with my dietician, and registered with the hospital. Everything has moved so quickly that it finally hit me yesterday on my way to have lunch with one of my girls-I completely broke down and cried. I'm not even sure why I was crying but the prospect of having a new life made me cry even harder.
