All thing happen for a reason

I just got my time to arrive at the hospital and  I am nervous  and excited  and it doesn't feel real yet. I  have always been the chubby girl that grew into the chunky woman  I  loved food and  to cook  the more calories the better it tasted. My weight took me to 304 lbs  I had a hard time standing  bending over to tie my shoes.  Carrying around all the weight is hard work, it didn't bother me until I went to my daughters school program and I  realized  that I was scared to sit on a chair for fear it wouldn't hold me.  I  dieted  for 10 months and got down to 224 but loosing that fast caught up to me I had a cruel surprise I had started loosing my hair.  I  had lost  so much hair  I went to my doctor and he told me keep doing the same things I was and to incorporate a vitamin. Ya that didn't help I increased my calories and my hair loss stopped but my weight crept up also. Frustrated I was pushing up to  my size 22 jeans again I had went to a seminar  and  after listening to the testimonials  I decided I wanted to be a success story. I have always put everyone in my home/ life first I wanted this for me to be healthy and live longer.  I called  to see if it was an option with  my insurance witch it wasn't covered but they had a program that I could work with they may cover it.   I was back up to 260 lbs  I jumped threw the hoops  I am now down to 214 I still question weather I  should I  keep struggling to drop pound by pound???(Maybe that's the per-surgery nerves)  but then I think back to all the times the weight came back and I feel this is the best help for me to get where I want to be.