I am 31 years old. I started the process to have the gastric bypass done back in 2006 when I was still in my mid twenties. However, in the middle of all the nutrition visits, I found out I had stage 4B Hodgkin's Lymphoma, a cancer of the lymph nodes. So surgery was out, and I started the fight to save my life from cancer.
I already had two beautiful baby girls who meant everything to me, so I started the chemo immediately.
A month after I did my last treatment, I found out I was pregnant. I thought it as a miracle because the doctor's told me if I didn't freeze my eggs I would be infertile. I had my third beautiful daughter, and by the time she was 4 months old I became pregnant again with my fourth daughter, who was born via c-section.
I was almost thirty years old, had beaten cancer and gave birth to four healthy children and my health was holding steady. Then I became pregnant with my son (ironically, I found out about this little peanut at my appointment to get a tubal) and by the end of that pregnancy I was on medication for hypertension. It never went away even after I gave birth.
I was "cured" from cancer August of 2012, and already had five children. I graduated with my associate's degree in college, and had been through a marriage and a separation.
A good friend of mine stopped by the house one day to tell me she started the process to have the gastric sleeve done. I had thought about it through the years but between being pregnant all the time, school and getting to that five year marker with cancer, it wasn't really something I put much thought into anymore. She told me I should do it with her. I said I would think about it.
Two days later I went to my family doctor to get a refill for my high blood pressure pills and he asked me if I had ever considered the weight loss surgery. It was like fate was telling me... "HEY! IT'S TIME NOW!"
So I started the process. I went to the seminar. I started the nutrition classes and went to the heart doctor, lung doctor and had a psychiatric evaluation. I started the process at close to 360 pounds. 6 months worth of nutrition visits and clearance from all the specialists and I was scheduled for surgery! I walked into the OR at 327 pounds. I had lost 33 pounds on my own... but I knew I needed the surgery to continue my weight loss journey.
I was scared to have the surgery done because I couldn't imagine not seeing my five beautiful children grow up if something went wrong, but I was doing it for them, for my health.
I cried in pre-op. I cried as I waited in the OR for the team to set everything up. The team was amazing! They gave me a shot in my iv to calm me down, I had a mask put over my face and was told to breath in three times deeply, and the next thing I knew I was waking up in recovery.
I won't lie. I was in PAIN! My chest and shoulders felt like they were being torn apart, and I must have been getting shots of narcotics every ten minutes. Once they got me into a room... I was still feeling the pain. My mouth was so dry because I couldn't drink anything and it had been well over 24 hours since my last drink. I spent two nights in the hospital... the second night mostly for pain management. I was on three different pain medications by the second night... and I was waking every hour with the worst gas pain in my chest and shoulders.
The same day I had surgery, though, I was up and walking. I must have walked those halls 20 times those two days I was there, trying to avoid blood clots as well as trying to get the gas pains to go away. I had such an amazing team of nurses, I am forever thankful for their care! One nurse in particular did an exceptional job at keeping me comfortable, Dawn.
I had my surgery on the 12th... two days ago. I am now home, and still dealing with gas pains but the liquid vicoden helps with that. Deep breathing is painful. Laying on my side can be excrutiating, but I am here. I am alive. I made it. I left the hospital ten pounds heavier than when I went in from all the liquids and gas that is inside me. But I know in a month I will look back and be thankful that I went through with it.
This is just the beginning of my life...