Day: June 7, 2006

Another phone call from the doctor’s office. This time, it’s Wanda, and she gives me my date – August 1st 🙂 She makes me feel much more comfortable when she tells me she will send me a letter with everything I need to know in it – prescriptions, orders for tests, everything I have to do will be all spelled out. Thank goodness.

I told my two moms (my mom and my stepmom) today that I got approved. My stepmom immediately volunteered to keep my two youngest kids for a week. My mom was less helpful. Hopefully, when the time comes, she’ll be able to pitch in.

On my way to my middle daughter’s preschool graduation, my cell phone rang. I AM APPROVED!! I don’t know what to do or when to do it, and I feel so overwhelmed right now with the stuff that has to be scheduled. I hope something helps me get organized!

So, for a couple of years, I have been researching bariatric surgery.  I have gone back and forth, wondering if it was something I could do and not die.  Right before I found out I was pregnant with Grace, I made an appointment with a bariatric surgeon in South Jersey.  I had to cancel it to go to my first ultrasound appointment.  I lost about 50 pounds during my pregnancy with Grace, and like every other fat chick who has had the same experience, I expected I would have no trouble keeping it off.  Lo and behold, not only did it find me again, but it brought with it 5 or 6 of it’s little friends.  Something has to be done.

I did some more research, and wanted to find a surgeon who seemed to really be knowledgeable – not just someone who does the operation.  I believe I found that in Dr. Nusbaum.  He seems like he is a pioneer in the field, making the surgery better and safer.

I had no idea how long it would take to get approval, but  I got mine today.  I still have testing to do, and I have to get my family doctor to give the final okay for the procedure, declaring me fit and ready for surgery.  I hope I won’t have much trouble with that, because I know Dr. Heck doesn’t believe in this surgery.

I am hoping to start my life over.  I am hoping to find confidence and feel better about myself.  I am hoping to live a full life with my kids, not one where I am afraid to do anything.  I am not the kind of mom I want to be to them, and I won’t be weighing this much.

So, August 1st.  It is the start of my new life.  A rebirth.  A new beginning.  A promise of a brighter tomorrow.  And hopefully, a size 14 by Christmas.