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My Story
I'm 36 (Ughhh when did that happen?!) I've been the "chubby girl" for as long as I can remember (like everyone else I tried all the diets, pills, gadgets...) I thought about wls surgery a few times throughout the years but my serious quest for WLS began after my Dad died. His official cause of death was congestive heart failure and sleep apnea. He was a big guy. Not to long after... I was tested for sleep apnea and BINGO! So not wanting to go out the way my Dad did I got serious. I decided to self-pay in Mexico after I received my insurance denial letter. Three days before I left for Mexico my appeal came through and I was approved. The waiting list for my surgeon in the states was several months so I decided to stick to my plan to go to Mexico and I'm so glad I did. Dr. A was great (see my surgeon review or PM me and I'll answer any Q's I can) BTW No more sleep apnea, no more acid reflux, my blood pressure is stellar and I'm off all medications. Best thing I ever did for myself. I'd still be on the waiting list in the states and instead I'm healthy and happy in my new body. Some people say... "OMG! You went to Mexico?!?!" like its a bad thing... but I believe in only speaking from experience and now having been in both American hospitals and a Mexican hospital. I would choose the Mexican hospital in a nano-second. I was in a huge private room with marble floors, I had two nurses assigned to me and one other patient, I had private nursing for 4 days after surgery and my surgeon came to visit me twice after I was released. I rarely see that level of care in the states. I would recommend my surgeon to my dearest relative. Was I afraid? Sure but I chose a Surgeon I had faith in and I let the expert do his thing. I also made peace with the fact that I could die. I just figured I was a ticking time bomb that was eventually going to die from one of the many co-morbidities I had and frankly even when I was living fat I was "dead" because I wasn't making the most of my time on earth. I was trapped. So I made peace with the fact that if God wanted to take me he would and that was that. I'd rather die fighting for life then passively kill myself which is what I was doing. Feel free to PM me with any questions you may have. ~Michelle Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.
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