Hello my lovelies - I feel moved to share this and I hope that it will have positive impact on those who need it.
I returned from the hospital on Friday, 4/30, at about 11:30 am. Overall, I felt great, just some soreness in my ribcage and queasiness from the Loritab. My husband left to pick up some things from the store that I hadn't gotten - Bugs Bunny chewables, Advil, etc. - and I was slowly wandering around the house, getting a glass of water, picking up the tissue box, etc. My husband always separates his mail from mine, and my pile was lying on the table. On top was a postcard, and I picked it up. Without introduction, the first line read:
"Is it possible to ERASE the past & write a BRAND NEW STORY?!?"
It took a few readings for me to realize that it was from my friend Cici, who, as a singer/songwriter, has an amazing way with words. I read the line a few more times, then just burst into tears. I cried harder than I've cried in a long time, because, unlike every other time in the last few years, I didn't stop myself. I cried for about 45 minutes. Snot flying-coughing- moaning crying.
You see, I'm always good in a crisis - my childhood was one long crisis and I have a lot of experience staying calm and remaining strong. Only after the crisis is over do I get nervous, panicked, and stressed. This came in handy for all of the presentations that I had to do in college, and eventually in my careers. I don't get nervous before speaking in front of groups of up to 200 people. However, as soon as I sit down, my face turns red and my pulse shoots up thinking about how I narrowly escaped disaster.
So, the crying fit was due to so many factors. I had just come out of a dangerous and complicated surgical procedure, and not only had I made it, I was doing great. I realized that I love my life, even with all of the flaws. I love my house, love my dog, love-LOVE my husband, and lord-knows he can be a handful.

I love my sisters, their boyfriends, husbands, and children - they all make me a better person. I love my aunt and her son who have been an amazing influence on my life. I love my father, even though I didn't know much about him until a few years ago. I love my friends, most of which are drama queens, but amazing people nonetheless. And even though I chose not to have a relationship with my mother, two stepfathers, and the remainder of my mother's family, I love them anyway. I even love my boss and my job - both of which I've been trying to convince myself to ditch for over two years.
So, there was all of that, then there was Cici's one sentence:
"Is it possible to ERASE the past & write a BRAND NEW STORY?!?"
I cried because the answer is yes. It is now possible for me to erase the past - erase the childhood abuse; the coping with anger and pain through food; the adolescent rape; the fear of anyone looking at me or (god forbid) finding me attractive; the recognition about 10 years ago that I was almost 300 lbs and that I was absolutely not acceptable; the dieting and the thousands of books, foods, pills, products that never worked; the self help journey, thinking that if I just got my head right, the weight would just roll off

; the years of therapy, confronting my past, rolling around in it, and trying to figure out where to put it; the fear of getting my hopes up when gastric bypass surgery was brought up by my doctor; the fear of being weak, lazy, of not having tried anything to my best ability and now taking the "easy way out"; the fear of knowing the surgery was the best answer for me, and being afraid of wanting it for fear that I would never get it; the fear of being rejected - from the support groups, to the online forums, to the initial consultation, to the lab and psych tests, to the insurance approval; getting allergy congestion pretty bad a week before surgery and the fear of being sent home (which continued until the anesthesia mask was put on my face.)
"Is it possible to ERASE the past & write a BRAND NEW STORY?!?"
Yes.