SweetBippy
I am currently awaiting approval for Gastic Bypass. I have been overweight almost all of my life. I started the process of pursuing WLS 5 years ago, before I got pregnant with my youngest child. That experience shattered my desire to try again and I focused on being a mother of 4. I tried again in 2003 and before I even got in the door, I was told my insurance (Aetna at the time, PPO) would not ever approve it. I was again devistated. I continued to get bigger and bigger. My highest weight was 312 and I was 9 months pregnant. I haven't been able to get down below 289 in over 4 years. I hover anywhere between 301 and 295. When I went to see my doctor because I had always had back pain and it seemed to be getting worse. He referred me to an Ortho specialist and after an MRI I discovered I had a herniated disk of the L1/S5. I know knew why I had been suffering for so long with pain and discomfort. What I soon would learn broke my heart. I have been slowly and painfully suffering because my weight just kept going up and up. The weight is putting stress on my facet joints in my spine and causing them to break down prematurely. I am only 33 years old and feel like I am 50. I decided it was worth another try at WLS. I contacted BSC of Dallas and made an appt. for the seminar there. I needed to find out if they would turn me down too. By this time, I had not only a herniated disk, but chronic pain from my knees to my hips. After seeing Dr. Davidson, he said I was not only a candiate, but I was "in deep doo doo". I needed this surgery and without it, I would continue to decline in health. He ordered a sleep study and it turns out I have sleep apnea. I also had undiganosed stage 1 hypertension and now I am being treated for that as well. The list keeps getting longer. I am so miserable and tired of being fat. I want to be able to do the normal things I used to. I didn't used to be worried about going to the movies and suffering in pain in seats that cut into my flesh while I sit there. I am always worrying about my clothes and how they fit. I feel so uncomfortable in my own skin, yet I am able to put on a mask of confidence. If people only knew. I want to be the real me inside that likes to sing and dance and act. I want the real Angie to come out and play with her kids and participate in their lives. As it is now, they see me mostly sitting and laying down in my bed. I want the hope of feeling normal and the reality of good health. Is that too much to ask?
