time_for_me
My journey...
May 05, 2016
Tim and I completed the final step in our insurance requirements to have the sleeve surgery. Now we are waiting on insurance approval. I so pray it doesn't take lang and that it comes back approved.
I actually started this journey atleast 6 years ago when I first started looking really hard at weight loss surgery. I researched and for whatever reason, probably a little fear mixed in with insurance not covering it, I never continued past researching. Until now. Last summer I had something happen that scared the daylights out of me. The doctor doesn't know if it was a mini stroke or what, but I had the most massive sharp pain in my head then like a pop and all of a sudden the pain eased, but I couldn't move my right arm. I had trouble forming words. My husband said he could understand me when I was talking, I was just talking slowly. In about 20 minutes or so, it was all gone...except the worry. I went to the doctor and was told it could have been a migraine or it could have been a mini stroke. I really didn't have the money at the time to do all the different tests that wouldn't change what happened, it would just maybe explain it. One of the doctors that I had to go to though was the cardiologist. He said I was relatively healthy...for now. I had an enlarged heart and if I didn't lose weight, I would be in some trouble in the future. Hence where I am now. My mom suffered with heart problems most of my life and it scares me to have to make my kids watch me go through anything even close. It is time to take a stand and do whatever I need to do to get myself right. For me, and my kids. My husband on the other hand, just seemed to decide one day he was tired of being overweight and wanted to have surgery. For that reason, he thinks he should be first. Whatever, he can be first. I don't really care. I just hope he is really ready. I still keep learning new things every time I read peoples stories that I feel like help me to be prepared for the journey. Tim hasn't read anything. He knows what he hears me say and that really is about it. I have practically begged him to do his own research and to make sure he knows what he is getting into but he wont do it. I can't carry him through this. I have my own journey and while they intermingle some along the way...my journey is mine and his is his. We can help prop each other up but neither of us can carry the other.