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Amazing Memories Happen in Las Vegas – WLSFA 2013 Recap

This blog is a several weeks overdue, but if you follow my blog you know that I’ve had my hands full and have been a busy little Slender Seeker so don’t spank me too hard, or if you have to spank me, do it with something soft.

So let me start by saying – What happens in Vegas – doesn’t stay in Vegas, it comes home with you, haunts you, and makes you want to stick your head in the sand and become an ostrich. But I’m not about to talk about what you think I am, I am Pandora – I do positivity, I don’t do drama, I don’t pick sides, and I don’t get involved in internet flame wars unless you are the CEO of a company and you make some horribly weight biased remark – then I will talk some trash, take some photos in front of your store as I boycott it and pretty much tell you to “go fitch yourself.

So what did I bring home from Vegas that should have stayed there you ask? You really wanna know? Ok – 6 lb. Apparently what happens in Vegas passes your lips, goes to your hips and settles itself anywhere but where you want it. I mean why couldn’t I gain six pounds of butt or boob? But no, where does it go? Right to my abdomen and my love handles. Not my idea of a good time. But I’ve been busy working them off this week and now, I’m back down to my normal 156-166 “I can maintain this.” place.

That said, Vegas was a blast! And I want to take the opportunity to share a few of the highlights of my attendance at the WLSFA 2013 Mother of All Meet and Greets.

I arrived on Thursday, after receiving my first speeding ticket ever on the highway doing 75 in a 55 – which likely ended up making the drive cost me more than the plane tickets for two would have, but we’ll see what happens when I get the bill.

My first experience in Vegas was having one Ms. Cris Martin roll up on me in the check-in line and call my name. I’m horrible with faces, I didn’t recognize her at all, but she recognized my hair from the pictures of my haircut I had posted on Facebook and let me tell you, being picked out of a crowd like that by someone who knew me from my involvement with the community was a really cool experience for me.

We checked in and then it was time to meet up with a few friends for a little dinner date. I got to see three of my favorite people, Diana Lyn, Rain Hampton and Linda Lombardo and got to meet Linda’s very sweet daughter as well. Of course HJ was with me, so we had a full table and lots of catching up to do. Next we headed over to the little Banded Living Gathering that my WLS Mom Sandi Henderson was hosting, and you know me, always volunteering to help the next thing I knew I was up in Laura Van Tuyl’s room working on decorations for the next day. I love how life seems to put me in the right place at the right time, because sitting in Laura’s room that night I ended up meeting three people who would, after this event, end up being very special friends in my world as they came in to say hello, pick up t-shirts, and sit and chit-chat. JULIE and CRYSTAL who would become my and Heather’s BFFS for the weekend and Darren King, a past WLSFA grant recipient, who I’d heard a ton about but never got to meet. After blowing up balloons and playing on the Casino floor with Julie and Crystal for a bit, I headed to bed.

Friday morning came early as I met Laura at her room to help set up for the VIP Luncheon with Carnie Wilson and walked around with a balloon attached to my back that said “Ask me.” as a Greeter for the event. Greeting was so much fun! I got to meet so many people for the first time and get so many hugs from people I hadn’t seen since Dallas. It was a perfect volunteer task for this social butterfly who loves to be inclusive and try to make everyone feel welcome. I’d do that job again any day! Next was the Carnie Luncheon where I had the opportunity to be a table hostess and see a couple of old friends like Mary Chavez and Diana Lyn, and meet a couple of new faces too, like the amazing event photographers Patricia and Airen Miller. The Carnie Lunch was AWESOME and Carnie Wilson was absolutely amazing. Her personal approach, the way she cares so much about our community and the compassion that she has for those walking the path of the weight loss journey shone through in a way that I can only describe as genuine. When my WLS Mom Sandi escorted me up to Carnie for my photo-op and introduced me, she mentioned to Carnie how I had lost my Father during my journey but he had a way of following me in it and impacting it and literally brought Carnie and I both to tears. When she told Carnie how much weight I had lost and how determined I was to help others in their weight loss journey, well, let me just say, I’ve never really experienced one of those moments when your Mom stands there and brags on how proud she is of you, and sharing that moment with Sandi and Carnie was a moment of this journey I will cherish for years to come.

The lunch finished and was time to grab a quick bite to eat. Next we were off to the Paris Party, right after Heather and I addressed the little issue of my shoe malfunction and put band aids on the blisters that the gorgeous heels I had worn earlier that morning left on my feet. ( I Still have those blisters – More proof that what happens in Vegas comes home with you! )

The Paris Party was amazing, I love opportunities to see this community all dressed up and Rain and Darren and I got a great laugh at the amount of food we were able to collect for our little snack platters. The Talent show was amazing all the acts were fun to watch and very entertaining, the MC was great. But there were a couple highlights of the evening I want to mention. First and foremost let me say that the moment when Chaz Martinez started asking people to raise their hands if they had lost over a certain amount of weight and in a sea of bariatric patients I had another wow moment as he paused to congratulate me personally on having one of the highest amounts of weight loss in the room. There were a couple of others that had numbers in the 250 lb. range, but it is always flattering to be recognized for that accomplishment. I didn’t realize until it was pointed out to me that night that at my height to achieve a normal BMI would put me at 149 lb. – I was carrying an extra 271 lb. at my highest recorded weight and I had lost 260 lb. I had lost 96% of my excess body weight. HOLY COW! I had no idea I had that sort of percentage, I had never taken the time to figure it out. Another WOW Moment. But we were not done with WOW moments for the evening. Next Darren King, last years WLSFA Grant recipient who I had met just briefly the night before looks over at me and says “Pandora, you look like P!nk, has anyone ever told you that?” Hello. I love P!nk. I just got my hair cut in a fashion just like hers and you know what, you are my new favorite person right now! You just made my night with that compliment and I love you for it. Wow Moment #3 of the day. Next I was brought to tears as my dear friend Yvonne McCarthy ( Bariatric Girl ) got on stage and preformed a tap dance routine that made the people who told her she would never be able to do it because she was too fat eat a nice helping of humble pie. My admiration and love for that women is endless, and every time I see her stand up against those that put her down as a kid, the little fat girl in me that got teased and tormented cheers inside. Diva Taunia’s performance of “I’m Not Pregnant I’m Just Fat,” brought tears of laughter to my eyes. I wish I could sing, because if I could I’d rock some snarky lyrics just like that to entertain you all, but alas I am not singer, especially if you compared me to the show stopper of the night, the Pacific Northwest’s very own Jeris Underwood. Oh My Gawd, can THAT woman sing. Jeris I hope you are singing at many more events to come after that performance, I was literally in awe of this woman’s talent.


The night was far from over though, because Jennifer and Kevin Mahonney know how to get a group together and they talked me into going zip lining. Me. Pandora – I am scared to death of heights, I sobbed like a baby at the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris as a teenager – Williams, zip lining. I can’t believe I did it, but we had a big group going, Crystal and Julie and Heather and Rain where tagging along for moral support as they held their hands up in a “Fitch Please” manner when we asked them to go and how could I turn down an opportunity to do something that I absolutely never could have done before when so many people I love were doing it. It was a Pacific Northwest zip lining adventure and I managed to talk Darren into joining us, as our +1.  It was, hands down, one of the most amazing things I have done post weight loss. And what a WOW moment as I stood there, strapped into a harness with a 250 lb. weight limit and realized that I couldn’t have done this before deciding to have a RNY Gastric Bypass and take my life back from obesity.

We won’t talk about how late Darren Julie, Crystal, Heather and I stayed out, or how tired I was the next morning as I attended my Plastic Surgery Consult with Dr. Al Aly and walked the convention floor meeting some of the Vendors. A couple of Vendors sent me home with some presents for a couple of Fan Appreciation Giveaways, so look for that coming in the next few weeks when I have time to take a break from studying and figure out the details. I bowed out at lunch time and headed up to the hotel to get a quick nap in before it was time to get up, and do my table top discussion on “Reconstructive Plastic Surgery from the Patient Perspective.” I want to send a big shout out to all the lovely ladies that showed up for that table top, it means a lot to me that you all support the things I do, so thank you. After a wonderful discussion around the table regarding reconstructive plastic surgery after massive weight loss it was time to get some dinner and get dressed for the “Let Your Star Shine Gala,” – Heather and I ate at the Thai Food restaurant in the Bally’s Hotel and let me just say, I’d eat there again, and again, and again. It was that good. But I need to back up for a moment and share one of the most emotional moments of the weekend for me with you.

As I was getting ready to head to dinner, a man I didn’t know approached me. He wasn’t someone I recognized off Facebook, he wasn’t on my friends list. But he came up to thank me for everything I had done and to tell me how much I inspired him and how grateful he was to me. As someone who aspires to help others in their weight loss journey, THIS sort of moment right here is what I live for. Instantly, I gave Marty a big hug to say thank you and as he started to talk to me about how he was struggling in his journey emotionally, how he had to take some time away from the community to take care of himself and heal, and how hard it was to be a caregiver to his Father who he knew he would not have for much longer, goosebumps raised on my arms, tears swelled in my eyes, and my heart filled with both a sympathetic understanding and an instant love for this man. I truly, truly believe that each of us is put through a journey in life so that we can learn something from it. While being there with my Father through hospice was the single most heartbreaking experience of my entire life, I believe that what I took away from it, has armed me with the experience I needed to help others. Whether it was my best friends mother passing away earlier this year, Heather losing her step-father, or me standing there giving Marty a hug and letting him know that though this part of his journey might be difficult, it is something that he can get through, and if he needs to take time away from this community until he is ready to participate again, there is no shame in that, you have to take care of yourself first. I was able to share with him that I had done the exact same thing, remind him how my blog had gone silent for so long after my Father passed until I felt ready to share part of me with the world again and until I felt that what I had to share was constructive and positive. If there was moment during the whole convention that truly defines who I am and what I am about it was this moment. Being able to share this moment with Marty and hope that I in some small way I may have helped him, is exactly who I am and what I am about. Marty, thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving this moment to me.

The Saturday Gala was so much more than I had expected. Walking it was like you had walked into a red carpet affair, everyone was dressed to the nines, looked absolutely stunning and I couldn’t get enough pictures with people. It is so much fun to get all dressed up and enjoy an evening together. And though I was a little self-conscious in what goes down in history as the shortest and tightest dress I have ever worn in my life, I tried not to let it show too much. Another fun little WOW Moment for me was when I was tapped on the shoulder by Antonia Namnath, the CEO of the WLSFA to go up on stage and participate in the Bling off competition. I know there is a group of people out there that will snub their nose at the entire concept, but I’m not one of them, and I think it was all in good fun and once again, it was humbling, flattering and a bit surreal to me, to stand on the stage in front of all of those people and listen to them cheer and scream for me mostly because I know that when you all scream and cheer, it’s not because you think I am pretty or you think I look great in that sparkly dress, it is because you think I bring something special to this community, you like who I am and what I am about, and you are proud of what I have accomplished; and THAT means a whole lot to me.

I sat in a front row seat at the Gala at a table with Julie and Crystal and Heather and gosh if I remember who else because I was so utterly focused on what was happening on stage, and cheering and screaming as loud as I could for everyone that I possible could. But what really stands out of me about that night is Carnie Wilson’s talk with us. Carnie Wilson is simply amazing. She can have you in tears one moment as she shares emotional parts of her weight loss journey and have you bent over, holding your side in fear it will split open in laughter the next. But the WOW moments of my weekend were not over, there were two more in store for me, first there was the ladies from RealSelf, an organization who gave away a $500 gift card that could be applied towards any thing you wanted in your weight loss journey who approached me with some of the nicest compliments I have ever received about how they had stumbled across my blog and how much they enjoyed my writing, how real I was and how open and honest I am about sharing my journey; ups, downs, twists, turns, triumphs and disappointments with others. But even more flattering than that, they approached me with the request to syndicate my blog on their site and an offer to work with them in the future. Amazing opportunities just seem to present themselves to me and for someone who once dreamed of being a writer and who dreams of writing a book someday, this was truly another WOW moment for me. I just signed the contributor agreements yesterday and I should have information for you soon on where you can find Desperately Seeking Slender syndicated on the website. Before we headed out after the event I managed to sneak up and steal a hug from my WLS Mom Sandi, and the ever so handsome Mr. Chuck and had the opportunity to speak to Carnie again for a few moments. I thanked her for her wonderful talk, for her support in this community and for being a role model and someone who inspires and motivates us as a community. After we stole another quick photo, Carnie looked at me and laughed a little as she said “Are you kidding me? YOU motivate me.” The comment shocked me and I turned around with tears in my eyes and to collect myself a moment. I doubt Carnie even remembers me as I write this nearly a month later, but Carnie, you made me feel like a rock star that night, and to be told by someone like you who truly has the power and reach to effect change, that I motivate you, well it was freaking amazing.

After the party several of us headed to the dueling piano bar to listen to some music and the Julie and Crystal and Heather and I got a little gamble on. Julie and I had quickly become addicted to that “Let’s Make a Deal” slot machine, but our $20 went a long way that night, I think we sat there playing for nearly an hour and half that night. Morning came early as did the sad and daunting task of saying good-bye began. The last day of an event is bittersweet for me. It’s so hard for me to say good-bye. I was hoping to take home that cool CLICK bike home in the raffle, maybe even that nice iPad that someone went home with because that would have made someone in my house happy, but I came home from the raffle empty-handed. What I got instead was this amazing pictures of more people than I have ever seen doing the Desperately Seeking Slender cheer. \O/

As I left the morning gathering and headed back to the room to get packed I ran into Cris Martin and Jackie Stewart and as the three of us stood there for a bit talking another one of those moments that I live for happened. Cris and Jackie were so sweet and kind to let me know how much they thought of me and how much they felt I had to bring to this community, and I think that they both got a chance to get to know me a little more personally in those few moments that we shared. It is always flattering to me to have people in this community that are so encouraging and supportive of me, but as I told each of them that day, I think every single one of us brings something to this community. The weight loss surgery community is just

beginning, we’re joined each year by more and more post op patients, and each of us, has something to give back to this community. If the weight loss journey was a mountain, some of us are the top, we’ve reached a different place in our journey whether we’re at goal, working on getting there, are starting a journey through reconstructive plastic surgery, or dealing with figuring out who we are in our world after weight loss. Some of us are climbing that mountain, taking one step at a time, learning how our lives change when the weight starts coming off and some of us are at the bottom looking up at the daunting and intimidating journey ahead with excitement and sometimes, fear. But no matter where we are on the mountain, there is always someone a little farther ahead of us that we can reach out to for help and support when we need it. As such, there is always someone behind us that we can reach back for and help a little when they need it. Every time I see this many weight loss surgery patients come together, I see us standing on this mountain together.

I had an amazing time in Vegas. I made new friends that I know I will have for ages, and I had some moments that were truly irreplaceable in my life with folks like Marty, Cris and Jackie. The WLSFA event was a more social event for me than the OAC one was back in Dallas, they are each very different and each have different things to offer just like the organizations themselves. I’m glad I went, and even nearly a month later, I’m proud to be a member of the WLSFA and a part of what they do. Helping people who cannot afford weight loss surgery is a passion of mine. I cannot wait to be a part of helping to fund a skin removal surgery, because that is even more of a passion of mine and something that I can do, through the WLSFA ,to help those that were not as fortunate as I was. What this organization does for those people, and the potential for what it can do in the future will keep me involved and when it comes time for next year’s event, if there is any way I can afford to go, I’ll be there with bells on.


After Hurricane Comes a Rainbow – Selecting my Surgeon

As I spoke to several of my closest friends yesterday to share my news, one comment stood out most to me among them all.

“You lead a charmed life Pandora, Life is making up for every horrible thing you have been through.” –  Keisha (Waning Woman)

I believe this to be 100% true. Somewhere along the line in my weight loss journey, the universe decided that it was time to turn the cards around for me, and start dealing me some hands that were truly in my favor and for the first time in my existence I truly believe I am Charmed and Blessed.

Let me rewind to just two years ago for a moment. I weighed 266 lb. a far cry from the 420 lb. I started at. I had just had my Gastric Bypass 9 months prior and had lost 75 lb. since my surgery ( The other 85 I post pre-op on my own in order to get on the table ) and I was sitting by a Hospice bed in the living room of a house I hadn’t been in since I was sixteen years old holding my Daddy’s hand as he was passing away. I needed to know, without a shadow of a doubt that my Dad was going to see me through this journey and that he was going to somehow know that I would accomplish my goals and that I would achieve that happy healthy life that he wanted for me.

Daddy“I need to know that you’re still going to be with me through the rest of this journey Daddy,” I cried as tears poured down my face.

He tapped my hand three times, and I knew based on 34 years of having him in my life that it was once for every word in “I love you.”

“I’m going to make a deal with you Dad. I don’t know what happens from here, I don’t know what I believe in, where we go when we pass or what comes next, but what I do know is if there is a place where you get to sit and watch over me, guide me and keep me safe, you’ll be there.” I sobbed.

He squeezed my hand.

“So here is what I am going to do. I’m going to know that when I exercise, you’ll be with me, that when things are rough and I need help, I can exercise, spend time with you and talk to you and that you’ll be there to see me through the end of this journey.”

My Father, who had lost the ability to speak at this point after 3 days of Hospice, squeezed my hand tightly and moved his eyebrows and I knew that we had a pact.

Just four short days later, on the evening of the 4th of July I ran for the very first time. Running around the block over and over again as a Hospice nurse sat with my Father with Fireworks going off over my head and searched for a way to say good-bye to my Dad. My father passed away the next morning, my world shrank, my gravity shattered, my life was falling apart at the seams and the next six months was going to be an emotional hurricane as my narcissistic family put me through the most emotionally trying moments of my life since I had left them behind twenty years prior and not looked back.

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For six months things got worse as I struggled with dealing with a mentally unstable mother that had no income, tried and tried and failed over and over to quit smoking again, got sucked back into the Family that had abused me so badly as a child and struggled to put the pieces of my marriage back together. We were drowning financially, living on credit, and there was no light in sight. I was out for a run on a raining January of 2012 and I stopped at a park that was a half a mile from my apartment to sit and talk to my Dad.

“I don’t know what to do here Dad, I need a little help with this smoking thing, and Mom, I know you would want her taken care of, but me trying to do it is quickly bankrupting Jason and I, I just need help, I need to know what you want me to do.”

As I was sitting there the sun came out and when I looked up, a rainbow adorned the sky.

There were three things in nature my Father loved more than anything, rain, rainbows and humming birds. He always told me when I was a little girl that rainbows were God’s way of cleaning up the world when he had made a mistake.

Life started taking a turn for me that day, and since then, as my friend Keisha commented yesterday, with the exception of a few moments of cloudy skies and a few times of emotional storms, my life has been Charmed.

Not even two short weeks ago, I had an emotional storm over my journey through reconstructive plastic surgery after massive weight loss and nearly fell apart over not only trying to figure out how I would pay for it, but also, what Surgeon was going to do it as my head swam in a sea of confusion when I consulted with five different surgeons, getting five different suggestions and five different prices. I was in a very dark place. But I wasn’t left there long at all before some very important people in my world started reaching out to help me.

Things started happening very quickly, first my Godfather decided he was going to provide me with the financial ability to move forward with out that part of my journey as a concern. Then Bobby Whisnand, my Mentor in the journey to becoming a Trainer, reached out to assure me that no matter what was to come, not only was I going to be a Trainer, but I was going to be a damn good one. And Joy Muller, the closest thing I have to a therapist, sat with me as I found oxygen again and my personal hero; Chris Powell, a man whose words of pride in me have pretty much replaced the ones my Father cannot say, reached out to me to remind me that no matter where I go from here, I am beautiful and that I am doing wonderful things as I try to help others understand the struggles that come with this journey.

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As I bounced back from this emotional storm with the help of all these people, I started to work on what was going to likely be one of the biggest decisions of my journey thus far. Which Surgeon I was going to use for this last round of reconstructive surgery and body contouring after my 260 lbs. of weight loss.

I had three offers on the table, and they ranged in prices from a bit under my budget to way higher than my budget. – I had consulted with two AMAZING surgeons at the WLSFA Event, I had two surgeons at home in Oregon that I had consulted with and had the option to use, but each one had pros and cons.

I’ve always been very honest with you about my journey and I really hope that none of the surgeons I mention are at all offended by what I have to say next, I admire each and every one of them and each of them is amazing in their own way. But each did have pros and cons and I feel like if I am not open and honest with you about them, then I have done a disservice to what I have stood for all along, to share this journey with you honestly from the patient perspective.

First there was Dr. Katzen – I wanted to choose Dr. Katzen so badly, he was the only surgeon in the ones I had consulted with thus far that wanted to do the surgery I had wanted from day one. An anchor incision that would address the excess skin in my abdominal region. I was really impressed with his plan to do some liposuction to my arms to help alleveate the asymmetry that exists there, I loved his proposal for scar placement. My quote from Dr. Katzen came out under my budget but only included my abdomen and arms, it didn’t include the implants I also wanted because I knew adding them would put me over budget.

Then there was Dr. Aly – I adore Doctor Aly, I have heard him speak at the OAC Convention, I have seen photos of his work, and he is a Pioneer in skin removal surgery after massive weight loss – his approach was a little different, he wanted to redo the lateral abdominoplasty that I had to try to remove more of the skin in my abdomen and he wanted to redo the brachioplasty that I had to address some of the skin and asymmetry I had there. His quote for me also came out under my budget and included the breast implants that I wanted.

Choosing between these two amazing surgeons was literally breaking my brain. – They are both renowned in their field, they are both amazing, kind, and generous and they both spent time with me in phone consults and talking to me in person at the WLSFA Event. Both of them were amazingly generous with me. Before I even had a budget thanks to the generosity of my Godfather, Dr. Katzen and his staff were willing to do anything they could to help me get the surgery I wanted including offering to have someone assist me with writing an appeal letter my insurance trying to get them to approve the surgery, as well as offering to write me a letter of recommendation if I wanted to apply for a grant through the WLSFA for the surgery. His office personnel made me want to hug them repeatedly.

Doctor Aly, when I talked with him in Vegas, had done something nobody else had done thus far, he had re-instilled my confidence in my own Surgeon in Oregon when he agreed with her method of attack and when his own suggestions for the revision matched her opinion of what she wanted to do. Because of this, I decided that before I made any decisions I would go back to my original surgeon and discuss my revision work with her once more.

When I went back to my Surgeon in Oregon, I did so with a lot more confidence and a better understanding of what I wanted and what I was asking for. I was honest with her, I told her I had consulted with other surgeons and I asked for the same surgery that I had asked for the first time around. I asked for the anchor incision, a revision to the brachioplasty and breast implants. I felt met with the same resistance and hesitation that I felt the first time around.

While my Surgeon made amazing strides with my body; just look at my before and afters. I will say honestly that it was my personal experience, that every time I wanted something she didn’t really want to do, I was given answers and information that pretty much scared me into submitting to what she suggested.

The first time that I had asked for a brachioplasty that went past my elbow I was told that she didn’t want to do that because there were concerns about joint movement. This time her suggested method was to do the brachioplasty and extend the incision all the way down to where I wanted it the first time. When I asked her why we hadn’t done that originally the first time around, instead of the same answer about joint movement, this time the answer was that if we had put that proposal on my insurance they would not have approved it because there was no foundation for medical necessity.

I had a similar situation with her when we were doing my breast lift and I wanted to do implants at the same time. The insurance denied it, we resubmitted without the implants, it was approved and I was given the option to cash pay that portion of the surgery. I declined when she scared me by telling me that I could end up with a situation where due to skin elasticity being damaged I could end up with an impact where my skin dropped around it and the implant could rest at the top of the muscle and the skin could fall down, causing it to look malformed and need revision work and informed me that if I got implants I would likely need maintenance to them over the course of my life in the form of breast lifts.

When I asked her about doing liposuction to my arm before removing the skin to address the issue I have on my right arm where I have a genetic band about half an inch thick that lays closer to the muscle that the rest of my arm and creates a look similar to my having a fat roll on my arm. She advised against it 100% and told me that doing liposuction and skin excision at the same sight at the same time could cause serious wound break down and result in skin necrosis where pieces of my arm could literally fall of. She told me that while she would not say that the concept of doing liposuction to my arms was wrong, she felt it was extremely aggressive, and that it was someone being extremely aggressive with *my* body. She also, without me having told her the names of any of the Surgeons I had consulted with, suggested that if I called the office of Dr. Aly and asked him if he would do liposuction and excise skin in the same area at the same time, he would tell me that under no circumstance would he do that.

When we discussed the anchor incision she advised me that I could end up distorting my cleavage with a scar that came up to the center of it and created a pucker between the breasts and that I could have an issue where the scar was very tight and my skin could relax around it sort of folding over it. All I could envision when she described it was a flabby butt crack going up the middle of my tummy. She told me that I would risk damaging the amazing belly button she had given me after my circumferential 360.

And this time, when I asked her about the asymmetry in the breasts, that I saw more pronounced in the 3D models of the implants, she told me that I could do another lift to help it a little but that really wouldn’t fix it, that everyone had some asymmetry in their breasts and that she didn’t see a need to do that, and that really if the asymmetry didn’t bother me that much now it shouldn’t be that bothersome after the implants despite what the 3D images were showing me.

As I left her office completely scared out of everything *I* really wanted, there were a few things that still stood out in my mind. 1. Dr. Aly had thought she had done a good job, he agreed with her plan of attack, she knew my body and how it responded to surgery having worked on it three times and her price was MUCH lower than anyone else’s and required no traveling to another state on my part. But hey, she had dropped Dr. Aly’s name and my arms, were the thing that bothered me the most from day one, since she suggested I call Dr. Aly and ask him about the liposuction approach, I decided to do it.

Dr. Aly was out of the county when I called, but his office manager Danielle was extremely kind and when she heard my questions and how emotional I was about this whole experience and how I was struggling so hard to make a decision she let me know that she would talk to Dr. Aly and see if she could get him to call me himself. The day after he returned from Europe Dr. Aly phoned me and we had a very long conversation where he explained to me the why’s and hows of why he would select each of the methods he wanted to use on me, and even took the time to explain to me why the price quotes I was getting were so different. Which pretty much came down to three big things to my understanding; experience, cost of operation and demand for services. A more experienced surgeon, who has a big clientele and stays busy will be more expensive than another and overhead is much higher for a surgeon that say works in an area like Beverly Hills California where his zip code is 90210 than a surgeon that works out of an area with lower overhead costs. Makes perfect sense. Dr. Aly and I spoke for a very long time, he was very humble and kind as he answered so many of my questions without scaring me and explain to me that all the different opinions I was getting didn’t mean that one surgeon was right or one was wrong or one was good and one was bad, just that each one has different experiences with success at different things. Dr. Aly stressed to me that the most important thing I could consider when selecting a surgeon was that I selected someone I was comfortable and confident with. We discussed how much I wished I could choose him, but his price, though worth every single penny was higher than I could afford and Dr. Aly, so kind and generous, offered to reduce his price so that he fit within my budget.

My decision was made. I was going with Dr. Aly, he had the experience I wanted, specialized in this type of surgery, his price was within my budget and included everything I wanted to get done including implants, and I hung up the phone with a sigh of relief that the decision was made and phoned home to tell Jason and Heather the good news.

And the door got slammed in my face. It is RARE for this to happen. Through this entire journey Jason and Heather both have been 100% supportive of any decision that I wanted to make. They have voluntarily given up nearly three years of their life and any extra comforts they wanted, to make sure that I could do whatever it takes to get to the end of this journey and be happy with my weight, my body and my career. They have NEVER just put their foot down and said “No,” to me. But this time they did. Jason absolutely refused to allow me to travel to CA, to have surgery in a place where I would recover in a hotel room that didn’t provide all the comforts of home and where the only person I had to take care of me after was Heather who would fly with me. He said that I had incurred too many complications after each of my other surgeries, including repeatedly passing out and hitting the floor during early days post op, several swelling that lasted weeks and weeks at times, and that when we were talking about such a huge amount of surgery, with an estimated 6-10 hours of operation time, that there was no way he was going to allow me to do it in California. I was shocked, confused, a little lost, and freaking out over what I was going to do now. Both surgeons I was considering were based out of CA, and now I was back to square one as my family vetoed not only the surgeon I had selected, but my second choice… AND one of the other surgeons I still had a consult with, Dr. Stoker, the surgeon that Chris Powell uses on his show for his clients.

My friends, I believe, whole heartily that sometimes the reason one door closes is to force you to walk through a different one and as I sat in my dear friend, Yvonne McCarthy’s (Bariatric Girl ) car after having just hung up the phone with Dr. Aly and my Husband as she drove me to a consult she had set up for me with the surgeon she used for her  reconstructive surgery, I was wondering what I was going to do next. Because honestly, I had never heard of Yvonne’s surgeon, he wasn’t some big name surgeon in our community that specialized in excess skin removal, and bluntly, in my head, I wasn’t taking this consult seriously because let’s face it, I lost ALOT more weight than Yvonne did and had ALOT more excess skin issues. My expectation as outlandish as it was, was that Yvonne was taking me to someone who probably did really good Mommy Makeovers, not someone who specialized in excess skin removal after massive weight loss. ( Yvonne and Dr. Yaker you may both smack me upside the head next time you see me, I deserve it. )

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Let me just say … Boy was I wrong, I will admit it, let me eat some humble pie here. Never-ever should I have doubted Yvonne and the quality of who she would suggest I allow to work on my body knowing how much she loves and cares for me. It was a horrible mistake, and I was completely wrong. Like survey says XXX Wrong.

Yvonne and I sat and chit chatted on a couch as Dr. Yaker walked in and sat down. He began to ask me about what I wanted to achieve, what I had done thus far, and we talked in great detail. As Dr. Yaker spoke to me, the first thought that entered my head was, “This man has been doing this longer than I have been alive.

Over the course of the next two and half hours that Dr. Yaker spent talking to me, the best thing I think I could say to describe my experience with him was “I felt safe, one hundred percent safe, for the first time in my entire plastic surgery journey.”

Unlike my experience with my Surgeon in Oregon where everything I wanted and every question I had received resistance and an answer that scared me, Dr. Yaker, had an answer for everything that put me at ease, reassured me and offered me a solution that was comforting.

We talked about my abdomen first. Dr. Yaker suggested doing a Fleur-de-lis incision that would not only allow him to excise the skin that is still in my abdomen, but also allow him to redo the incision on my bikini line from my 360 that would excise skin in a horizontal direction, addressing not only the issue of excess skin still left in my mons area that I wasn’t even bothering to ask someone to fix, but also remove the unsightly pucker where my skin healed a little straggly around the drain tubes during my thigh lift which look sort of like little mini belly buttons located at the tips of the V of my mons. Additionally it would remove some pockets I have in my skin from sores that got when I had a lot more skin there that didn’t heal quite correctly. When I asked him about it messing up my belly button he assured me I would have another new, and even more aesthetically pleasing belly button once the skin was gone and my tummy and mons were flat. But where I was sold my friends, was when I asked him about what my Oregon Surgeon had said about the chance of me having this bulge between my breasts ruining my cleavage or an unsightly scar that could resemble a flabby butt crack up the inside of my stomach. Dr. Yaker looked at me with the most caring and compassionate look I have ever seen on a surgeons face and said “That won’t happen, but if it did, I would fix it.”

When we discussed fixing my arms. He told me in great length how he would go about doing it, using a different type of incision near the elbow to insure I didn’t end up with that dog ear deformation, how he would wrap the incision around the elbow, excise the skin on my forearm, and as I stood in front of him completely naked where I would normally feel exposed and vulnerable, he made me laugh, and Yvonne too as she sat in the front part of his office where she could hear everything but not see us, and when I asked him about doing liposuction to my arms remarked “I’m not sure what we would liposuction you don’t have any fat, it’s all skin.” He went on to suggest that instead of doing liposuction on my arm to try to get it to match that little half-inch band that bothers me, that if removing the skin did not reduce it enough to make it unnoticeable the next time I was in town he would do a fat injection to that small little portion of my arm to balance it out with the rest of it. “I’m not sure where we will get the fact from you don’t have much on you at all, but I’ll find some.” – If I hadn’t been naked I would have hugged him right then and there. It was truly a WOW moment for me to be standing there naked in front of a doctor telling me he didn’t know where he was going to find fat on my body.

When we discussed my implants and the asymmetry I saw in my breasts on the 3D models I had seen from another surgeon, he took the photos, agreed with what I saw, and not only did he suggest that perhaps we could use different size implants to balance out the size difference of my breasts, but said if he needed to he would excise a small portion of skin from under my left breast, which is larger, and do a small lift on that side to get it closer to the size of my right breast as he put the implants in.

When I pointed out to him the place on my right hand side where I had wound break down after my lateral abdominoplasty and the small pucker I had on my left hand side where that same lateral incision met my 360 line he assured me that he could also fix both of those things.

Additionally he explained to me how he would work on reconstructing my abdominal muscles and abdominal wall while he was doing the Fleur-de-lis and how he would anchor the skin to the abdominal wall in order to avoid any movement, the build up of fluid and avoid seroma’s after surgery.

I received a tour of his operating room, I got to see the patient recovery room I would be staying in overnight after the surgery, I got to meet several of the women on his staff, some of which had worked for him for well over twenty years and spoke candidly about how well he treated them and took care of them.

And when it came to deciding what size implants I wanted, I wasn’t faced with just pictures of my breasts that I could where I could hardly distinguish the difference in size; instead I was put in a bra where the implants could be inserted so that I could put a garment over them, spin around and see what my breasts would look like when they were done, and pick the size that I was most comfortable with as his lovely assistant helped me decide what would look the most natural and proportionate on my body.

I felt at home, I felt safe, and I knew at this moment that the door my Family had shut not allowing me to travel to California for this surgery, had led me through this one; because not only had I just met the surgeon that cleared up the sea of confusion in my head, but made me feel safe and secure. I knew two things for sure. If there was anyone I could afford Dr. Yaker I was going to use him and fate had led me right here, because the only other place that my Family would support me having this surgery in other than at home in Oregon was here in Dallas where I could recover in the comfort of my own room, fully equipped with all the comforts of home including a Tempurpedic bed, recliner, television and my own walk in shower. In truth, this environment will probably be even easier for me to heal in because we won’t have the issue of me stepping in and out of a tub based shower right after surgery and we won’t have the added concern of the animals jumping up and down on me when I am healing. Additionally not only will I have Heather here to take care of me after, but my best friend in the entire world, and her husband, who trained as an EMT when he worked for a non-profit organization known at the Guardian Angels.

The timing on finding this surgeon could not be any more perfect, as I am already here in Dallas and instead of flying home as originally intended on the 1st of July, I will cancel my flight back to Portland, stay here for my surgery which is now schedule for July 11th, and remain here to heal until it is time for me to fly to Arizona to attend the Obesity Action Coalition Second Annual Your Weight Matters Convention YMW2013 on August 14th. This actually saves me a little bit of money on airfare and makes it possible instead of just bringing Heather to Dallas to help take care of me, also take her to Phoenix with me, so that I’m not trying to negotiate suitcases, a plane ride and Convention weekend alone jus four weeks out of reconstructive sugary.

The only problem that we had at all was that Dr. Yaker’s quote exceeded the budget that my Godfather had given me by $2,275 – it wasn’t a huge difference, but it was more than I had, and really, I wasn’t comfortable with the idea of trying to borrow any money or putting it on a credit card because quite frankly, the last 2.5 years of this journey has, not counting automobile loans, put my entire family nearly $56,000 in debt from beginning to end. Now that is NOT all medical costs, about $20,000 of that includes things like my insurance deductibles, co-pays from start to finish, Gastric Bypass to Reconstructive Plastics. The rest of it can be attributed to cost of living and making up for me not having a steady income through this last two and half-year journey as well money I spent taking care of my Mother and constantly bailing her out when my Father passed away. It includes the money I spent ensuring my Father had the most comfortable life I could provide him when he had his first stroke just three months after my Gastric Bypass. It includes money I have spent on my education to become a personal trainer, and the few items that we purchased to help me get there like the laptop I write all my blogs from. It includes costs I’ve charged to attend the conventions I have attended, like the Obesity Action Coalition and the WLSFA Event. But we’re getting to a point where the minimum payments are getting bigger and bigger and until this last surgery is done, my certification is achieved and I can start working again, doing anything else or taking on another payment that I am not 100% confident I can repay just isn’t an option.

Though I knew Dr. Yaker was the one for me, when I left his office early Tuesday evening I had to tell his office Manger that I couldn’t book yet because they were a little over my budget and I had to see if there was anyway I could manage to afford it. I couldn’t sleep at all Tuesday night, I spent the entire night texting Heather about how guilty I felt. She and Jason of course told me to go ahead and we would find a way to come up with the money and get through until the surgery was over and Heather and I could both get back to work. But them being willing to do that for me just made me feel guilty and selfish, they have given up so much for me in the last two years, I couldn’t ask them to give up more. When I left the house Wednesday morning for a run I hoped that if I spent some time running, spending time with my Father in his home state of Texas, the answers would come to me. I don’t know what answers I was expecting, but I was hoping for them. I was on my way home from my run she I got the call Dr. Yaker’s office that Dr. Yaker was willing to drop the price for me to try to make it possible. Dr. Yaker graciously waived $2,225 dollars of his surgeons fee bringing the total down to just $50 over my budget.

I walked through the door of my best friends house, jumping up and down, excited, relieved and KNOWING that I could find a way to come up with that last $50 that I needed. The first thing I did was call Yvonne to thank her and tell her the good news. I laughed a little as the first thing out of Yvonne’s mouth when I told her that Dr. Yaker was able to come down to just $50 over my budget was “I will cover that for you.”

I spent a lot of time yesterday on telling all  my dear friends the wonderful news. I booked the surgery, made my pre-op appointment and re-arranged flights as well as getting Heather’s ticket to fly to Dallas the day before my surgery, which thankfully only cost $135 – So at the end of the day, I ended up $135 over budget since Southwest won’t allow me to use the flight credit on my flight back to Oregon for Heather instead of me.

This has been one of the most emotional two weeks of my entire weight loss journey but today, I breathe easy, and I have absolute confidence that life and my Dad’s guidance and presence in my life and weight loss journey has brought me to where I need to be and as this part of my life falls into place, the rest of it begins to as well. I am doing extremely well with my commitment to studying for my Personal Trainer Certification Test, I spent two hours yesterday shadowing my Trainer Mentor Bobby Whisnand as he did fitness assessments with two pre-op bariatric surgery patients, I ran a 5k, walked two miles, booked my surgery, shared all the amazing news with my friends and managed to get flash cards made for eleven out of fourteen pages of my notes on Major Muscle groups.

Today I’ll spend some time exercising in the house getting my cardio in on the elliptical and maybe squeeze in a trip to the gym tonight to do some strength training after I spend my committed noon – 8pm studying. As I do, I will be listening to the song I ran to that first night when I made the deal with my Father that he would be with me through exercise during this journey on repeat a few times and smiling as I appreciate the Universe smiling on me and the significance of the song.

“You don’t have to feel like a waste of space
You’re original, cannot be replaced
If you only knew what the future holds
After a hurricane comes a rainbow
Maybe you’re reason why all the doors are closed
So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road
Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow
And when it’s time, you’ll know”

As my friend said yesterday, I feel like the Universe is making up for all the horrible things that once happened to me. I feel charmed, I feel blessed, and I feel free, free from being haunted by my past and ready to come out of this ready to show the world what I am worth. I said 2013 was going to be my year. I still believe this. It’s my time, and I love each and every one of you for being a part of it with me.



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