I'm back again after a really long hiatus. When I went in for all my appointments to see if I qualified for surgery (I do), and get the process started (6 months dieting, etc). I went in with the intention of only telling a very small group of people. Parents, siblings, trusted cousins, and really close friends.
Of those groups who I told, the only ones who supported and understood the decision were my trusted cousins, and really close friends. My siblings, and parents were not supportive at all. I don't know if their lack of support was because of their lack of knowledge, fear for me, or what. They made me second guess the entire operation, and I decided that maybe I should just try to diet like I have been and work out more. They made me feel like my decision for surgery was irrational, and I wasn't trying hard enough at dieting, even though I knew I had been.
Then I had a moment of clarity, if a surgeon, my counselor, my psychiatrist, my family doctor, my obgyn, my surgeon's nurse, and the dietician all said that I needed this surgery. Why was I letting the voice of my family (mostly my mother's) control my decision? 7 medial professionals told me that not only did I qualify for the surgery, but that it would vastly improve my life.
Since last May, I have switched jobs, which means a change in insurance. The though of surgery still in the back of my mind, but I was still letting the pre-recorded voice of my mother nag at me telling me to just continue to diet. Finally, I decided my counselor was right, I need to turn off the voice of my mother and do what's right for me. I called the surgeon's office on Friday.
I found out that the requirements with my new insurance company are far less than the other company I was with. Instead of 6 months consecutive dieting, I need 3 months. I also need a visit with the dietician and a psychiatric evaluation, and to lose 25 lbs. The last 3 requirements were the same when I was with my other insurance company. I'll post something about that in the insurance forum... I think I remember seeing that somewhere on the boards here.
A few weeks ago, my 2 year old niece visited my husband and I. While I was playing with her, she called me "Momma". I know that her calling me that had absolutely nothing to do with her thinking I was her mother, she is, after all, 2. But it really pulled on my heartstrings, and reminded me of how much I want to be a mother one day. Then I saw that photos my mother in law, and my husband took over the weekend. I saw how large I was in comparison to not only her, but everyone else around me. That's when I knew that I need to do this.
Anyways... So I'm not going to tell my parents, family, and co-workers about the surgery. Last time I did, it was like I was defending myself for the decision, and that weight loss surgery was wrong. I know it's the right decision for me. I'm keeping the close people who need to know, in the know. The people who weren't as supportive, or not supportive at all. I'm not telling.
Has anyone else been through surgery and not told their close family? Like parents?
My husband says I should tell them the morning of the surgery, or the night before the surgery. I'm thinking of just not saying anything and waiting until they've noticed I lost weight, and then tell them. I'm curious to know other people's experiences.