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Surgeon Testimonial Shawn Garber My first impression of Dr. Garber was that he was VERY confident and knowledgeable. I had met with 2 other surgeons prior to meeting Dr. Garber and there was no comparison. He was caring, took lots of time (and his office, as always!) was PACKED. Yet he didn't rush me at all. That shows he's not just a \"machine\" but instead a caring and patient doctor. He explained the procedures in detail, answered all my questions in depth, and made me feel at ease.rn rnI would also like to commend the women who work for him:rn rnFarrah: a total sweetheart. Patient, caring, supportive and AWESOME at what she does. I felt bad calling so much but she NEVER made me feel like a pest and was always helpful. She handled the insurance end of the surgery totally and completely. I didn't have to do anything! Farrah has a halo over her head :-)rn rnStephanie: She is a Saint! I had to bother her with forms, letters (I got a Jury Duty assignment and she wrote me a letter the very day I called!), all the forms my job required...all my questions. SO organized and patient.rn rnLisa: So sweet and organized. She was at the front desk the first time I met Dr. Garber. I was a wreck...so nervous, and stressed out when I walked in. She was very nice and calmed me down. The office was packed and she explained why and even made me laugh! She was also VERY helpful when Farrah was busy.rn rnAnna Stoessel: She....is one of the nicest, sweetest people I have ever met! She ran the Pre-op class very professionally and with SO MUCH patience. She explained every step, was supportive (I must have looked like I was going to faint!), very gentle in her demeanor, and also very willing to help with my fears. I wish all RNs were like Anna. She defines ANGEL.rn rnI'll update this after my surgery as well but so far I have nothing but praise for Dr. Garber and his staff. rn There is nothing I can say that isn't full of praise!rnrnPOST-OP:rnrnI am more thrilled than ever with Dr. Garber and his entire staff. They are all very attentive and supportive. Dr. Garber was right there for me on a Saturday night when I called in due to a problem. He is fantastic about replying to emails.rnrnDonna Franco is very supportive and caring. She's also very good about mailing prescriptions and returning calls.rnrnAll in all: I would recommend Dr. Garber to anyone and everyone considering WLS. Everyone in his team is awesome...and a special cheer goes out to Anna Stoessel. She's an angel in every way! Member Interests
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 was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." – Anais Nin
My Story I have been struggling with my weight since I was a young child. I recall weighing 155 in 3rd grade and then 185 in 6th grade. I am at the point in my life where I feel i have NO quality of life. I can't do the things I enjoy anymore because all my joints hurt. I feel very depressed and feel I am a candidate for WLS. 9/5/06Thanks to Britt...I now know how to update this profile! I think the Pre-op stress from all the "requirements" took away my brain! Well sadly my Pre-op experience isn't documented here. SO let me start from today. I am ONE WEEK Pre-op! I can't believe it. It took me 2 months and 2 days to get from A to B: My initial Consult with Dr. Garber to my 2nd consult. When Dr. G gave me that Blue-Folder-From-Hell on my first visit...I freaked out. He requires so many pre-op doctors - and I work fulltime - and I'm fairly new to this job (as an employee...I was Freelance for a year). SO taking time off was something I feared and tried to work around. PLUS I wanted to save all the time I could. PLUS again...I really didn't want to tell anyone but, alas, I had to. There was just no way around it. She took it well and was even supportive and encouraging. So fast forward to today, one week before. I am scared about the surgery itself. I'm a wimp and the class Anna, Dr. G's Bariatric Nurse Coordinator runs for those who are Pro-Op was very informational but....WHOA...I left there with a Xanax in my tummy! I was freaked by the following: 1) I had NO IDEA I'd have a catheter. All I can say is OUCH. I come from a family where my Mom and sister are R.N.'s. I, on the other hand, am a wimp. 2) Not 1 but 2 tubes. We go home with 2 tubes in our stomachs. Ouch. Ick. I may not look down until those buggers are GONE! 3) The IV. It's not a regular IV. It's a (forgive me...I am medically-challenged) PIC, PICC, PPC??? (peripherally inserted [central] catheter). Done with a Dopler...they gave us a demo. Then they said the tube goes "all the way up to about here". Well..."here" was like a foot away from the insertion point!!! I almost fainted. I think that was what got me to the Xanax level. My Mom was there with me, thankfully...so on the way home she thought that explaining it further might calm me. (remember: She's an RN). Well by the time she was done I almost took a 2nd Xanax. Ok must go do laundry. Will continue later or tomorrow. Also: right now my GERD/Acid backup is SO bad that I feel like it's pure acid in my throat. It keeps "burping up" - sorry for the TMI. But I can't stand it. I am told it will get better Post-Op and I hope so. Right now I am on Nexium in the morning and 300mg Zantac before bed. Well, today they was like a fart in a windstorm - undetectable. So I supplemented with TUMS, which also are not helping. It is so bad I am not even having dinner. This scares me. I feel like the surgery cannot get here fast enough.
Sunday Sept. 10thHi all...wow am I due for an update! I'll do it later but in a nutshell: I am totally done with all the pre-op stuff including the final PCP clearance. I suddenly feel SO nervous yet SO excited! Thankfully, my Shrink gave me xanax and I was told it's ok to take it...even the morning of my surgery! I was told to remind the Anesthesiologist. *sigh*...if only I could be calm. I found this on the web and liked it very much. I'll attempt to post it here using HTML (hahahaha I'm a Graphic Artist but HTML is like Greek so far...but I'm learning!). Ok here goes: Well that failed LOL so I'll cut/paste it in! Inside Out - Gastric bypass helped me lose 187 pounds - August 13, 2006 - Learning to think thinPresented by Dr. Monica Ganz, director of events and support groups for OHThe difference between thinking as a thin person vs. a fat person is when you need to get somewhere, a thin person will give you street names when they deliver directions. An overweight person gives you eateries as landmarks. Portion sizes A proper portion of Cheerios is a half-cup or 4 oz. Eating off standard American dinner plates can lead you to feeling deprived. Using small plates and utensils teach us to relearn to eat, to eat smaller bites and smaller amounts. Monica used a timer to limit herself to one bite every three minutes to teach herself to take a full 30 minutes to eat her meals. She even used miniature pots and pans to cook her meals. Buy smaller leftover containers to portion out your meals. Taking pictures You may not want to look at them right away, but you need to have photos to document your pre-op size and your loss along the way. Many post-ops suffer from body dysmorphia, which means that they do not see themselves as the size they truly are. Pictures will help train yourself to see your true size. The amount of time body dysmorphia lasts depends on how long you were obese and how long it's been since you've lost weight. Remember, it takes time for the mind to catch up to the body. And for some, it takes five years to get their brain in line with their appearance. Taking measurements Measurements are important because you will lose inches even when you're not losing weight on the scale. And the record of your measurements will also help drive home the impact of your weight loss. Drinking water Be prepared to make sure you get enough fluid. Line up eight 8 oz. bottles in the fridge and make sure you drink all of them before going to bed each night. Or take two 1 liter bottles of water to work with you and drink them before going home. Do whatever it takes to ensure you reach your water goals. Learn to stop eating You need to convert to controlling your food instead of letting it control you. Change the way you think about eating. Eat to live; don't live to eat. Learn to walk away from your plate when you're satisfied. You don't have to clean your plate. Figure out what works for you If vegetables or beans give you gas, take Beano. Gas is no fun after gastric bypass. Passing it is difficult; it's best to help your body not make it. Carry Lactaid with you if you're going to eat dairy products because many post-ops become lactose-intolerance. Keep other condiments with you such as Splenda, Molly McButter, low-carb dressings and even sugar-free mints so that you're never caught unprepared. Support Support groups are so important because the success rate for post-ops is higher among those who attend such groups. It helps keep you accountable. Having trouble staying motivated? Start your own group. Nothing will motivate you more than having to set an example for others. Fat clothes Get rid of your clothes as you shrink out of them. You'll never need them again. Accept that. If they are in your closet, regaining your weight will be an option in the back of your mind. That's not an option. Get a full-length mirror Obese people only look from the neck up. Look at your entire body. Get in touch with how you look. You need to keep looking in the mirror to see yourself as you really look. Surgery is a tool This is not a magic pill. America is still looking for that. This is merely a tool, but it's an amazing tool that will help you reach your ultimate goal. Dare to dream Set goals and achieve them and reward yourself for that. Each of us is capable of incredible things if we allow ourselves to do so. Give yourself permission to dream, believe your ability to achieve those dreams and allow yourself to accomplish them.
Tuesday Sept. 12thHi everyone. I need to supplement my updates when I get back home. Today is my surgery!!!! It's now 5:20am and I didn't fall asleep until at least 1am. My mind was running, racing. Some nerves, some excitement. So here I am about to become a Loser! It doesn't feel real - there was so much pre-op stuff that I felt it would never arrive. Well here it is! I talked to Britt last night....she called me to wish me well. She's such a sweet person and there's something very calming about her. She is on my list of "people to call" that I gave to my Mom and sister, so she'll post an update here for me. I have so many thoughts about what I gave up due to my weight and I'll make a list when I have more time but the number one thing I gave up was my friends. I became ashamed of how big I had gotten. Many of them mt me after a big weigh tloss - about 100 pounds and I was a beanpole (which as usual lasted about 20 minutes before I started to gain it all back). So when the weight came back, I pulled away out of shame and self-loathing. There are so many friends I miss but they don't even know why I pulled away. In time I plan on calling them and explaining how my weight has controlled my life and taken both THEM as my friends and my quality of life away. Ok I must get showered and wash my tummy with those 2 packets of stuff I got at the Pre-op class Anna Stoessel ran. I'll update when I can. See you on the Loser Side!
Friday 9/15/06Honey...I'm home! Well..I'm at my Mom's home for a week being I live alone. I have to be quick because I need to lie down and also her computer is a puzzle to me (I only use Macs at home and work and this is a PeeCee!) Surgery day was/is a blur. The things I remember are 1) the PCC/PIC line not going in and having to be restuck a few times. OUCH! I was not happy and close to tears. They finally did it in a different part of my arm. 2) The holding room was COLD. The anesthesiologist was COLDER. Enough said. 3) I recall waking up nauseaus as all hell and the nurses telling me they were working on it. All else is a blur. I'll post more later because I eant to lie down but...WHAT A LOSER I AM!!! yipppppppeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Tuesday Sept. 26thHi all. I am so negligent in my updates, and I have read how important it is to keep doing this - it keeps us connected. Ok so...I'll try to make up for lost info. Sept 12th was my surgery, exactly 2 weeks ago! The day of the surgery I woke up feeling calm, strangely. I got dressed into the only thing that fit: demin capris and a plain pink top. I wore socks and sneakers (dumb...because when I went home I wished I had worn slip-on shoes). My Mom arrived at my home at 6:30 am and off we went. At that point I felt a little nervous but not as bad as I expected. We hit rush hour, going from Suffolk County to Mercy Hospital. I started to freak out and called the hospital to say I was running about 10 minutes late. They said it was no problem. We went in to the Ambulatory Surgery area. They said to come with them to get into a robe and ready for the prep area. I was given a "Garber Gown" - a HUGE...MASSIVE...hospital gown! I was thrilled! No exposed tushy! Then they had me lie on a stretcher and they took me to a holding area. They had told my Mom it would be about a half hour before they called her back to the pre-op area because they had to start my PIC-line...which they now use over an IV. So Mom left and I was rolled into the pre-op area and asked the same questions like 10 times LOL. "what are you here for?", "what meds are you on?", "did you eat anything today?". Then they called the team who do the PIC-lines. In walked a team of 2 technicians and 2 trainees who were going to watch this "simple procedure". They took my right arm, squirted the sonogram/dopler goo onto it, and basically did a sonogram to find a main vein as they watched on a monitor. I watched the monitor and saw zero! At the demo given by Anna Stoessel, the man's vein was seen instantaneously!!! It was clear as day, pulsing, and big. My arm: zero! I started thinking, "oh no, here we go". They continued looking and finally said in a non-convincing tone, "ok we are ready". They then set up a sterile field...all sorts of drapes and stuff...masks, gowns...very "official", unlike a regular IV. They said I would feel one pinch and that would be it for the entire hospital stay because a PIC-line stays in for up to a year if needed and blood can be drawn from it so "no more sticks while here". BS!!! It was terrible! The first vein they claimed to find was not working...it hurt and finally I couldn't stand it so they stopped. I begged for a plain'ole IV! They said they were going to try the PIC again in a different place. OY VEY. So they re-preped another spot on my arm, re-did the sonogram, re-found a vein, and re-stuck me! OUCH! Again it hurt but not as bad. After what seemed like an eternity, it was in! Whew. Once in I felt nothing. And the team was really nice and supportive. Even so, I was glad to see them leave! Then the nurse came back and said she called my Mom upstairs in the waiting area and told her she could come back. In walks Mom looking concerned. I asked what was wrong. She informed me that it was been almost 2 hours since they told her it would be 1/2 hour !!!!! Mom got to sit with me until they said it was time for the surgery. It seems Dr. Garber had had an emergency and mine was delayed a bit. I was a nervous wreck at this point and my head was exploding. I needed pain meds and a tranquelizer but the nurse (who was a total doll) said that the Anesthesiologist would deal with that. Finally It was time to move to the Holding Room, which means surgery is a few minutes away. Mom got go stay for that. The room was like a refrigerator. There were TVs at every station. I couldn't have cared less at that point. I wanted drugs! Finally the Anesthesiologist showed up. Let's just say...no, let's not say it. In a nutshell - he has no compassion regarding my migraine and anxiety - I was told "everyone feels that way". Enough said. Finally, a smiling, happy Dr Garber came in. I felt like I had taken a pill...so much better once I saw him. He said it was time for Mom to go and that they would be taking me. I started to cry and so did my Mom as she kissed me goodbye. Then I was wheeled into the O.R. and thankfully I had to give my Mom my eyeglasses before they took me in - everything was on the tables!!! Tools, tools, and more tools. Lights bigger than me. I closed my eyes and one nurse said, "Don't panic by what you saw; we don't use it all but it has to be there just in case". That helped alot - NOT. I was then transferred to the operating table (I had to shimmy over on to it). Someone said to give them my right arm and I felt then place it on an extended arm table...then they took the left one... Well...the next thing I recall is hearing "your surgery is done Karen!" I don't even recall a mask being put on my face...nothing! I don't recall seeing anything in the recovery room..just hearing things. I guess I was so tired my eyes kept closed. In fact, I was probably sleeping most of the time. I do recall being very nauseaus and a nurse saying "we are giving you something". I think I said it more than once. At some point I recall my Mom being there and I kept saying, "I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry" because I could not stay awake and she was trying to make light talk about how it was over and how Dr. Garber said it went perfectly. Next thing I knew I was in my room! Again Mom was there and I was not! LOL I was soooooo sleepy. I guess she left while I was sleeping. It's all a blur, except the midnight wake up: Time to walk! I was like, "you must be kidding?!?!?" Nope said the nurse...up and out. It was then that i felt the catheter and all the electrodes stuck to me. Getting out of bed wasn't fun. They gave me a candy-cane striped teddy bear and said to hold it against my stomach while moving, standing, etc. It wasn't fun but it was necessary. Once up...I felt a burst of energy, and I did the walk around the hallway twice instead of once! And at a fairly good pace. I thought to myself, "the worst is behind me. I want to heal well. I can do this...I can do this...I can do this". And I did!. The wakeup walks were every 2 hours! And I mean every 2 hours. I was exhausted but inspired to push on. All was good with the world! The next day was a full day at the hospital. I woke up feeling ok. The morphine push was awesome. Then they said it was time for the swallow test to check my new pouch for leaks and correct passage of the liquid. They took me down to radiology in a mega-sized wheelchair. The test wasn't bad but the stuff they make us drink was by far the worst tasting thing I have ever had. It was HORRIBLE !!!! And we are not allowed to drink at this point so I rushed (or hobbled) into the bathroom when they took me back up and brushed my teeth. I passed the test the very first time! My poor roommate had to go for it 5 times. When back in my room, they took the catheter out. It was painless. About 4 hours later, nausea set in. BAD nausea. Relentless nausea. The nurse gave me a suppository (lovely!) for it but an hour or so passed and it didn't help They had to page Dr. Garber and tell him. He ordered some other meds to be given I.V. They didn't help. I tried to throw up but it hurt and nothing came up. It wasn't fun. And then the nurses still came every 2 hours for the walks. I couldn't sleep. The room was boiling hot. My roommate complained and they brought in a big oscillating fan for us. The nurse brought me ice and a cloth to put on my forehead. It was the longest night ever. Finally morning came. I felt the nausea lifting finally! They brought a tray of some unrecognizable "soft mushy" food. I don't think I could have eaten it had I NOT been nauseaus! So I drank the protein drink which I tolerated. The rest of the day was mainly preparing for discharge. I could not wait! Out came the PIC-line, painlessly. Lunch was unrecognizable again and at that moment, Anna Stoessel showed up! She's an angel. She ordered me some cottage cheese because she said I had to eat. I did eat some! It went down smoothly. After 4 hours of instructions, forms, lectures, I was released!!! Off to Mom's house for a week of recovery. I decided I needed to stay there because I live alone. Plus she's an R.N. and you leave the hospital with 2 tubes in your stomach. They need dressing changes regularly and the Jackson-Pratt tube needs to be emptied. I am a wimp!!! So Mom did it for the week. Each day at Mom's I felt a little better. Getting the food organized was overwhelming at first. What to eat? When to eat? When to have protein sups? How to get the nasty tasting pills down (they have to be crushed). I did think to myself, "Why did I do this?" once or twice in the first day or two.I think this is normal. I also had zero appetite, so I had to make sure I ate. I made a schedule. So last Thursday I saw Dr. Garber for my one week follow-up. Donna Franco saw me first; she's terrific. She asked lots of questions about my eating, my drinking, the drains, the pain, etc. Then it was time to take out the tubes. The small one on the left was painless. The right one (Jackson-Pratt drain) was another story. It felt like a bolt of fire through my entire body. Donna was reassuring and said it would be gone within 5 minutes and she was so right. It wasn't fun but it was fast. In the end, I was more thrilled to be tubeless and quickly forgot about the discomfort. And here is the best part of that visit: I LOST 15 POUNDS ! ! ! ! I was thrilled. That day I went home to my own home. That was another great feeling. Being with my Mom was great in that it was like a re-bonding, but as they say: There's no place like home. It's been 5 days now. I feel so much better. I still have trouble sleeping comfortably. I am a side sleeper and I still can't due to the left side pain. Also: sitting isn't comfortable at all. The eating is a whole new experience. I don't know what FULL feels like. I went into a panic because I wasn't feeling that full feeling I read about on here, so I emailed Dr. Garber (who is awesome about replying!) and he said I will feel it when I go to solid foods in 4 weeks. I felt much better. It turns out Britt lives around the corner from me!! How lucky am I! We clicked right away and then find out we are almost neighbors. Life is funny. We talk daily and plan to see each other this week. I can't wait to meet her little ones. Well...I'm caught up now! The home nurse was here yesterday and said the incisions are healing perfectly. THANK GOODNESS. I have heard of a few horror storys and was a little worried but it all looks good so far. I am off this week and will see how the sitting issue is at the end of the week. If I can sit, I'll try going back to work. I sit at a computer all day so I need to be able to sit comfortably by Friday. If not, I'll have to take a bit more time.This is week 3 but the first week was the surgery week and the second week was recovery plus the drains were in. All in all I will say that I feel Dr. Garber is Superman! He has done so many sucessfull RNYs that I had total confidence in him, I feel that's a huge part of why I feel as good as I do now. His staff and his team are all super as well. I made the right choice in using Dr. Garber. More to come soon!
Tuesday 10/3/06
11/20/06Well...I am LONG overdue for an update. I'm 9 weeks out now and down 53 pounds! I can walk with far less pain than before. I am starting to do things outside the house, finally. I even went to Manhattan one day to see a show! I could never have done this before my WLS. Let's see....at 7 weeks out, my left incision (where the Penrose drain was) developed a Hematoma. It hurt like a bitch, so (very innocently) I put a hot water bottle on it for most of that Saturday. Well...at 5pm I lifted off the hot water bottle and the incision erupted like a volcano! Blood and ick came spewing out all over the bed, my clothing, etc. It was awful. I could also see the hole where the drain had been! All this at 7 weeks out! I called Dr. Garber's emergency service, and he called back. He said that the hematoma had opened from the heat and that it should start to feel better. He was right (as usual!). It took about 2 weeks to start feeling better. I had to bandage it again for the 2 weeks. Bandage glue all over my stomach once again. The whole thing - problems and all... is *SO* worth it! I am living again...and at 53 pounds down I feel like a new person. Sure, I have about 100 to go but I feel this surgery saved my life. I promise to update more regularly...I need to do it for myself! I also can't wait to meet all the NY Board people at our Christmas party on Dec. 2nd. Before my surgery, there is NO way I could or would have gone. 12/29/06And so it goes...but I'm still not going. 296/223 - Goal: 150 for a BMI of 25 (surgeon's goal)
6/5/07Boy oh boy...I am long overdue for an update! I swore I'd keep up with my profile but like many things in life, other things get in the way. I am going to try to make a goal of an update every Sunday night. I want a history of my journey both for myself and other Newcomers down the road. So today was my Mom's birthday. How did she spend the day? With me at Mercy Hospital E.R. !! There's a real techy-geeky bit of info about Internal Hernias at: http://www.bcm.edu/gastro/DDC/grandrounds/BCM/2-23-06/09-DIS C.HTM
On a positive note, I am down 121 pounds in under 9 months! Woooo Hooooo! I also work out 4-5 times a week at a local gym with Britt from the NY Forum. She's my Birthday Sister as well!! We found out we have the same birthday in addition to living a few blocks apart...and I met her here at ObesityHelp! Same surgeon as well! I still wear large sizes (in my opinion) but maybe clothing is cut smaller than it was the last time I was thin. Pants: 12 or 14 and shirts: Large or X-Large. It gets me down at times but I try to remember that I was a 26/28 before and those were really tight. Well...I'm in a decent amount of pain from the surgery as well as the gas pains from being blown up like a beach ball LOL. I'll update Sunday night come hell or high water! Hugs to everyone :))) And...Happy 29th Birthday, Mom! Sunday 6/17/07Today is Father's Day and I won't be seeing my Father. I went away to Israel with him in March and it was a total disaster. We are not speaking now and to be honest I'm not even upset. I'm still so angry at him. He didn't/doesn't act like a Father. He acts like a 13 year old guy and has no respect for other people's feelings. He picked on me the entire 2 weeks in Israel, making the vacation total hell. It ranged from things like "You're not supposed to eat that" (endlessly) to things like "You're not taking enough pictures" (endlessly). But the last straw was when he left me stranded in Tel Aviv at 10pm. I had no idea how to get back to the hotel and there wasn't a cab to be found. He wanted to go clubbing with a couple of 20-somethings from our tour group, and I didn't. We had just had dinner together. It was out FINAL night in Israel. He made fun of me for not wanting to go clubbing and then refused (yes, I asked) to walk me back to the hotel. So I had to ask strangers as I wandered through literal alleys. NOT FUN. It was then that I realized that I have to take care of myself. There was no way I was going to allow him to make me feel like I was "less than", which is how I have felt most of my life. That night, I broke down and called USA to confide in my Mom. The 10 minute call cost my $15. But I was at my breaking point. It's hard to put into text just how nasty he was the entire trip. He made me feel awful. That last night, I didn't sleep. I felt sick to my stomach, extreme sadness, and also lots of anger. I tossed and turned, thinking about how I would handle the morning....we faced a 15 hour flight home!! And we had seats next to each other. In the morning, we met in the lobby. He told me he "would always love me as a daughter but didn't like me". I told him he lackesd any substance and was immature and self-centered. That was it. We spoke on the plane...idle chit-chat regarding the flight, etc. The ride from Kennedy was okay because someone picked us up so we weren't alone. I was dropped off at my condo.....and that was the last time we spoke. I should add that the last day, I had slipped a card into his suitcase. I thanked him for a wonderful trip and said I loved him. He emailed me the day after we got home to say he found the card and thank me. A week and a half ago, I had my surgery (turned out it was a hernia). He was told by my sister that I was going in for it. He never callled...never emailed....didn't leave a message on my machine....NOTHING. It was a perfect chance to break the ice; he could have even left me a message while I was in the hospital. NOTHING. So....on Father's Day...I'll be seeing my Mother! Anyway...finally the scale started moving again! I seem to be dropping a pound a day this past week. I'm down 9 pounds in a week!!! This comes after a 3 week p plateau. I still go to the gym at 5:45 a.m. M-F. I meet up with Britt and Lori S, both from the NY Board! It's great seeing a familiar face there each day. I'm at 167 now...from 296. AMAZING. It's been just 9 months! Also: my sister Lisa has just begun her WLS Journey! She met her surgeon this week. Now comes all the pre-op doctor appointments! Fun fun fun...but necessary. I know it made me feel much more secure about undergoing surgery...knowing my body was in fairly decent health...albeit 150 pounds overweight! See her profile (a work in progress like mine!) http://www.obesityhelp.com/member/ziggyrn/ Monday 6/25/07
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