October 13, 2003
Today is the last day of my life as I've known it. Tonight at 11:30pm, I will drive myself to Pomerado Hospital for a gastric bypass surgery.
Saturday (10/11) was my birthday. Texas lost to Oklahoma, but that didn't stop me from enjoying my last pizza and my favorite alcoholic beverages.
A strange emotion has overcome me. Up until Friday, I've been brave aobut the surgery -- talking lively with others, discouraging my parents from coming down, etc. But Friday evening I started crying a lot and wanted my dad with me through the surgery. I've talked to him about it, but at this point, it's too late for my dad to get a reasonable flight to be with me. For whatever reason, I suddenly felt like my 12 year old self who was about to have her appendix removed. My dad had been with me all day, taking me to the clinic who then determined that I needed to go to the hospital. After Dad and I arrived at the hospital, I changed into my hospital gown and was getting ready to climb into the bed when my dad said he was going to leave to get my mom and brother and come back. I just remember seeing him turn to leave and then getting so scared and wanting my dad to stay with me. That's exactly how I'm feeling again.
Well, I'm packed, I've cleaned my bedroom, and it's getting on to be 11:30.
Here we go....
256 pounds; 137 is the goal.
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--Jeannette
10/14/03
Start: 256
Goal: 137
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