Those of you who have been with me for a while know that my sister, Mary, went through bariatric surgery to lose weight. She went through Hell, plain and simple.
After fighting obesity ALL her life, she’s finally got a handle on it, after her second surgery. It’s no cake walk, let me tell you! If you think that having surgery is “taking the easy road,” think again.
Me, I would not be a candidate for this surgery. There’s no way I would have made it through the even pre-op sacrifices she made…and now she’s post-op, and still making the daily sacrifices, the whole life change, necessary to move forward with her weight loss. I don’t have it in me! I don’t have the guts to go through what she’s gone through to lose weight. I’ve made life style changes to get my sugar and blood pressure under control, but nothing…and I mean nothing, compares to the sacrifices, the life style changes, that my sister has successfully made.
I am proud beyond belief that she has lost…I’m not even sure any more what the actual amount of weight loss is in pounds, but I’ll let you know.
We get a kick out of similes…at fifty pounds, I told her, “You lost a ten-year-old!”
When she hit more than one hundred pounds, “You lost a super model!”
That’s when she started reaching for the combined weight loss of said super model, AND the accompanying Jimmy Choo shoes.
When she hit One-Twenty-Five, she had lost the model, and the shoes to go with.
Then came the point where she had surpassed losing models and their clothing, and we moved on to really big dogs. At seventy five pounds, I exclaimed, “You’ve lost a German Shepherd!” At a hundred pounds, “Mary! You’ve lost a Saint Bernard!”
Now, she’s out–shrinking (?) even the largest dogs, and we’ve moved on to Ice Hockey players. Yup…I’m a puck head.
She lost Cami Granato, arguably the finest American female hockey player, ever. She went on to lose Haley Wickenheiser, absolutely the finest Canadian female hockey player, ever…and finally started working … or losing, her way into the NHL, having lost Theo Fleury.
Theo was no lightweight, Kids. At five-foot-six, he still weighed in at 175-185 pounds, according to his stats.
The support that people who go through bariatric surgery need is as immense as their weight loss number are. They need constant support, constant diligence. They can not do this alone. It’s just too big.
Health insurance covered her surgery, to an extent. Financially, it can be anywhere from rough, in Mary’s case, to downright impossible.
And health insurance doesn’t cover ongoing care. It doesn’t cover the protein shakes that these people must have for the rest of their lives. It does not cover vitamins. Or clothing. This just names the absolute basics, the very tip of a very pricey iceberg.
For these things, they turn to each other. They swap clothing, as they shrink out of things. They bring in protein shakes and stock the donation bins with vitamins. If a particular brand of vitamin doesn’t work out, the balance of the bottle gets donated. Same thing goes for vitamins, shakes, protein supplements…nothing gets thrown away.
They have meetings, swap recipes and share special dishes. It doesn’t end with the surgery, but rather, just begins. It moves forward, to meetings, gym memberships, special diets, and support, support, support.
They support each other, leaning on each other like battle-weary soldiers. Most have strong family support, but, some, unfortunately, do not. For whatever reason, some suffer after their surgeries, and some do fail.
Mary has excelled. I’m so proud of her!
What’s the easiest, smallest thing someone can do to combat obesity? Walk it off!
Mary’s signed up to do a walk, to help raise money for those who need support…food, clothing, vitamins, protein supplements…people who don’t get enough protein after their surgeries first start to lose their hair, then it’s all down hill from there. Those protein shakes, the life blood of the bariatric patient, are expensive.
So, she’s doing the walk, for people who can’t do that yet…and I’m asking for help.
She’s hoping to clear a hundred bucks. I’m planning to go to her donation page on the first of the month (pay day!) to round that out. What I’m hoping for, for her, for these people that sacrifice and change their lives, is to go over.
Can you spare a couple of bucks to help some people move forward with their weight loss?
I will thank you, in advance, for any donation you make, not matter what it is. Your generosity is deeply appreciated. That couple of bucks you toss into the kitty could make the difference between someone getting their protein, or not.
Mary is doing this walk to help support her peers. She’s doing this walk to celebrate the fact that, after losing Theo Fleury (or a Saint Bernard,) she CAN do this walk. Before she started losing weight, she couldn’t get across a parking lot. Now, she can run circles around me!
Here’s the link, in case you’re able to help out…and again, thank you for your support! These donations go through Griffin Bariatrics, the bariatric weight loss arm of Griffin Hospital in Derby, CT. Every dime goes directly to the patients. Nothing gets skimmed off for the hospital.
I’m proud of you, Baby Sis! And I’m coming…with my checkbook!