I've done it

Aug 03, 2012

 It took many years of research, hard decisions and many doctors/dietician appointments, but as of July 31, 2012, I am a WLS patient on her way to a new life. 

Surgery was scheduled for 1045 on Tuesday July 31. I drove myself to the hospital with mom riding shotgun and we got there around 815. I spent the entire evening before getting every little thing ready. I packed my bag full of things I knew I'd never need there, cleaned my entire room and washed my bed sheets knowing I wouldn't be in it for a while (my bed is VERY low to the ground, too low for someone who's just has surgery). I was 100% ready. I thought. 

As soon as I was taken into the pre-op administrative room, I lost all control. I became hysterical and cried inconsolably. Thankfully I had some amazing nurses and techs with me, constantly holding me and my hand, rubbing my back an making jokes to see me smile. It helped a bit, but I was still terrified. Another patient was across the hall and would be having the same surgery that day even came over and held my hand, said a prayer and told me she would find me when we woke up and we'd walk the halls together. The fear just wouldn't go away. Was I making the right choice? Would I be able to keep up with the insane schedule for the rest of my life? Would it all be worth it in the end?

The anestesiologist came to see me and was so nice. She let me say bye to my mom and got her number to call as soon as I was out of surgery. She rubbed my head the whole way to the operating room and wiped my tears as I laid on the table. She even told me to dream of taking her on my honeymoon to Hawaii and then hummed to me until the anesthesia kicked in and I was out. 

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