I met my surgeon yesterday! It have been such a long journey for me--not just the weight loss classes, doctor apointments, side tracks with other health problems--a near death from a ready to burst gall bladder, cysts on the ovary that needed removing, painful IUD insertion, various apointments for the kaiser bariatric program--but also the emotional part, like hours of therapy. Yet, meeting my surgeon was so weird. It was like he was talking to my future self. We discussed having a baby after surgery--actually he discussed me not having a baby after surgery. He wanted my assurance that I would not have a baby for two years post op. I assured him that he could count on me not having a baby for 30 years after surgery. Then he said that I had no idea what the future me would want, but I should not get pregnant for 2 years.
I was so touched--I mean instead of treating me like a fat person, I felt that here was someone who was treating me like a human being. It has been so long since a doctor or health care professional has treated me like I was even remotely a human being.
I get emotional just thinking about it.

Tomorrow, I am in a nutritional class (food post op) and a class with the PT to learn how to move "without hurting the nurses in the hospital."
Surgeon felt I'd be out in two days after surgery--yeah!!!!

Oh yeah . . .June 20th

Bye,
Becky