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It was fall of 2016 and I was having a blast at my kickboxing class! I was planking, doing push ups, boxing and working up a sweat. Until one morning that I noticed that my belly button was an “outie”. After 48 years of having an “innie”, I figured there might me something wrong.
I made an appointment with my doctor and did the “Google” thing beforehand.
Yup – that is what my doc said. He then referred me to a surgeon.
Yup – that is what my surgeon said…but then when on to say that I was a poor candidate for surgery. Being a plus size lady meant that the hernia would likely come back.
Anyone out there hate hearing “if you only lost a little weight…..” ?
“You have acid reflux? That wouldn’t have happened if you would have only lost a little weight…”
“You stubbed your toe? That wouldn’t have happened if you would have only lost a little weight…
“You have the flu? That wouldn’t have happened if you’d only lost a little weight..”
Then, the good doctor hands me a folder full of stuff and goes on to share that his real specialty is weight loss surgery. Had I ever considered it?
He explains a little to me and then that was the end of my appointment.
At home, I read through the information and slept on it. I chatted with the family and decided that it might actually be a good idea, so I started to fill out the forms.
Then life happened…
I didn’t get back to the forms as my Father-In-Law had finally gotten too blind to still live on his own. He had a great run though, he was 94! It was time to move him in and then clean out his house. Let’s just say that it took almost 10 months, and at the end? He was in a nursing home with the early stages of dementia.
It was time to find the forms and finish filling them out.