My greatest support has come, and continues to come, from my friends. People who truly know me and people I truly know. Most of them are thin, few of them even know what it's like to have a weight "problem". But, they're there, all of them fresh and ready to cheer me on. They have been there from the start. I have encountered only one , shall I say "opponent". This, by the way, is the one person who professed to have known me "best" or at least, she, held that thought. In the end, it became abundantly clear that she knew me the least and a long-lasting friendship came to a screeching halt. It was this person who questioned my motives and boldly asked me why, "at my age" I would consider doing this. Huh? I'm not a hundred. And even if I were, I would still have been just as appalled. Why? Why? Why not????
On one of the forums, I came across a video done by a young man on the cusp of having his own surgery. He answers the question, why?, beautifully when he tells his YouTube audience that he has made his decision based upon some pure logic. He's overweight, always has been. He's tired of the fight but knows that this is not the easy way out by any means. But, he's 43 and knows that while he is healthy now, he won't be in ten years. Like me, he does not have any real health issues. Now. Like me, he knows that surgery and big lifestyle changes become harder as we age. So, like me, he made the decision to change what he can when he still has a choice and when he knows he will be able to pull it off. Like me, he isn't in this for the "looks". Like me, he isn't interested in appearing better, just feeling better. Just changing what can be changed before it is too late. I like him.
I hope that my anonymous YouTube friend is as fortunate as I have been. I know he's nervous about the surgery and very possibly, scared about the recovery. He won't tell his Italian mother. He doesn't want her to worry and knows she will. Bless his soul. I hope to find a follow-up video one day soon. I was nervous too. I was sure that I wanted to be right there, at that time, in that pre-op room. But surgery always presents a risk. I had to sign a boat load of papers that testified to my understanding of those risks. As I lay there, in between signing and getting poked and set for the procedure, the miracle of technology allowed me to check my email on my phone. I received a note from a friend that lifted my spirits and carried me through the waiting time and the hardest moments of the recovery time. It is a note that everyone should have in their in-box, at least once in a life time.
It was from my friend Patti. God, I am so blessed.