My doc showed up, with a BoomBox on his shoulder, and I went night night.
They had to pry my fingers off the gurney rails in the OR to get me onto the table... the Doc still calls me WhiteKnuckles to this day!!
4 hours later I woke up, with rerouted innards, to see Clark sitting by my bed, and I knew everything was going to be ok.
Those first few weeks after were hard. I had to learn how to eat again, or should I say eat to live not live to eat.
This journey has been a long hard road, with many ups and downs, but it has been worth every second, because I truly believe that had not decided to have Gastric Bypass, there would be no Turtle. I know there would be no Me.
So here is to the past, the fat girl I was, and to the future, the possibilities.