I'm officially 6 weeks out and 41lbs. and many inches lost. Had a slight hic-up in that my body apparently didn't like having the internal stitches in and started rejecting them through my incision....ya gross isn't it?? So aside from them having to open the incision up in three places (that have healed quickly) I'm doing great!! So grateful that God, my dear hubby and insurance have allowed me this surgery to lose weight and become healthy once again!! I want to lose about 100 lbs. so I have about 60 to go. Seems daunting but not really.
I think about the previous 25 years of my life and my weight gain. I am one that thinks that weight gain is mostly a result of emotional issues for most people and myself for sure. Although my husband and life are AMAZING, life is hard. I had a crappy childhood for the most part raised by an alcoholic dad that had mental health issues and selfish and emotionally unhealthy mom-I've come to realize that it really "is what it is". My parents did the best that they could and although it could have been better-it also could be a LOT worse. I was given the parents I was given by the grace of God.
For the longest time each time something bad happened in my life I'd ask "Why God", why when I had such a tough childhood and struggled for so many years to come to terms with that do I have to now deal with this. But I answered "Why NOT me?" Why not me instead of someone else that didn't have the strength and heart to go through this and survive. With each situation I always come out stronger and with more wisdom to move on- with courage to conquer the next and the next ect.
So I plan on using my new found health to conquer the world.....to kick aside anything that tries to stop me. To help make the world a little easier for a few and a lot easier for many. I challenge each of you to do the same and give me your ideas, perhaps we can put our minds together and share our strengths to make life easier for some of Gods other children. :)
That's what talking like a Northerner is all about........
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
One step forward..three steps back
I often think about the Jewish being ripped from their homes to be sent to concentration camps. It's always amazed me that after losing MILLIONS of loved ones to unspeakable torture and eventually death, they carry no ill feeling. They go about their days doing what they must-to live. To endure day to day living. After WWII, many came to the America leaving the night mare as far behind them as possible. Are you as in awe of this as I am?
My nightmare started in August of 2006-my own little holocaust. I was diagnosed with an aggressive form of breast cancer. It seemed like each week brought more "not so good" news. But I endured. My precious husband and children got me through the 14 months of treatment and 7 weeks of radiation. To my surprise, I had "cell mates" in my Hell too. They came in the form of other breast cancer patients. We all came from different back grounds, family dynamics and economic status'. Via the internet, we rallied when one had a tough day at treatment, gave advice for mouth sores and nausea and cried.....REALLY hard when a sister lost her struggle and valiant fight.....and it still hurts.
And you know what else hurts?? The fact that more people than I will ever know have lost everything because despite having insurance-they had to chose between medicine, gas, house or car payment. Fair? Not so much. These women are not complainers, they don't go on face book whining about a cold or asking for pity when the gas prices go up -AGAIN. You would not know they were suffering at all-until you bring up the fact that "OBAMA CARE" is being threatened to be repealed. That the very thing that brings us any HOPE is likely to be cut by people that have never endured. By people that have never had to decide between heat or nausea medicine or food over a car payment.
I personally will have two mortgages for most of the remainder of our marriage because I am a SURVIVOR. I am not complaining nor am I holding a grudge-actually I am thankful to be ALIVE and have an AMAZING husband that pays it without question. Holocaust and breast cancer survivors....we are STRONG, we will endure. Could you say that you would be as strong-if you were in our shoes?
My nightmare started in August of 2006-my own little holocaust. I was diagnosed with an aggressive form of breast cancer. It seemed like each week brought more "not so good" news. But I endured. My precious husband and children got me through the 14 months of treatment and 7 weeks of radiation. To my surprise, I had "cell mates" in my Hell too. They came in the form of other breast cancer patients. We all came from different back grounds, family dynamics and economic status'. Via the internet, we rallied when one had a tough day at treatment, gave advice for mouth sores and nausea and cried.....REALLY hard when a sister lost her struggle and valiant fight.....and it still hurts.
And you know what else hurts?? The fact that more people than I will ever know have lost everything because despite having insurance-they had to chose between medicine, gas, house or car payment. Fair? Not so much. These women are not complainers, they don't go on face book whining about a cold or asking for pity when the gas prices go up -AGAIN. You would not know they were suffering at all-until you bring up the fact that "OBAMA CARE" is being threatened to be repealed. That the very thing that brings us any HOPE is likely to be cut by people that have never endured. By people that have never had to decide between heat or nausea medicine or food over a car payment.
I personally will have two mortgages for most of the remainder of our marriage because I am a SURVIVOR. I am not complaining nor am I holding a grudge-actually I am thankful to be ALIVE and have an AMAZING husband that pays it without question. Holocaust and breast cancer survivors....we are STRONG, we will endure. Could you say that you would be as strong-if you were in our shoes?
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