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They actually thought it could be that, but my gallbladder, along with all of my other organs, looks great.
They are just trying to figure out where this swelling is coming from or what is causing it. I will be glad when they do, but the good news is that my organs all look fine. No kidney or gallstones.

My best-friend and I sadly had to part ways. You see...it was love at first sight, we would always end up at the same places, make hasty decisions, I used my best friend as a clutch to console me when I was down, my best friend was at every celebration and I just couldn't break free. I became depressed, my pressure was out of control, I stayed in bed feeling guilty because we would spend entirely
too much time together. I went to counseling to seek advice and basically this relationship was literally KILLING me and my docs at the VA said enough is enough. I was told that I needed to get a "Best-Friend Ectomy"! I began to reminisce on all the times we shared and how the good had begun to out-weigh the bad. I began having thoughts about all the "good" comments I use to say like..Good Gracious these pants use to fit last month, and Good night everyone so now I can finally eat all this ice cream without having to share, and the one that really hit home was when I said "Good Lord! As I looked at my medical records for review and saw that I was up to 34 pills a day to include maintenance chemo and that was it for me! I sat down and did some soul-searching. All this time I thought I was doing great. I would go to the gym for Zumba, had done my Water aerobics, worked the elliptical like I was in a contest, active with the grand-babies, played with the dog, but all of that wasn't enough. I had to have a talk with my best friend and it wasn't going to be pretty. This is how the one-sided conversation went~~~ "I looked in .... the refrigerator and said NO MORE! I will not let you groceries be the death of me. I refuse to allow you to run my life. I am so sorry for using you as a crutch when I was bored, or sad, or happy, or being sociable, or while watching tv! I am done. We are not good for one another, because of my lack of self control and self discipline. then I shut the refrigerator. The house was quiet and I was all alone; except for our dog who looked at me with a sideways stare as if to say... "my momma needs to go to the vet".
Best of luck to everyone!

My best-friend and I sadly had to part ways. You see...it was love at first sight, we would always end up at the same places, make hasty decisions, I used my best friend as a clutch to console me when I was down, my best friend was at every celebration and I just couldn't break free. I became depressed, my pressure was out of control, I stayed in bed feeling guilty because we would spend entirely
too much time together. I went to counseling to seek advice and basically this relationship was literally KILLING me and my docs at the VA said enough is enough. I was told that I needed to get a "Best-Friend Ectomy"! I began to reminisce on all the times we shared and how the good had begun to out-weigh the bad. I began having thoughts about all the "good" comments I use to say like..Good Gracious these pants use to fit last month, and Good night everyone so now I can finally eat all this ice cream without having to share, and the one that really hit home was when I said "Good Lord! As I looked at my medical records for review and saw that I was up to 34 pills a day to include maintenance chemo and that was it for me! I sat down and did some soul-searching. All this time I thought I was doing great. I would go to the gym for Zumba, had done my Water aerobics, worked the elliptical like I was in a contest, active with the grand-babies, played with the dog, but all of that wasn't enough. I had to have a talk with my best friend and it wasn't going to be pretty. This is how the one-sided conversation went~~~ "I looked in .... the refrigerator and said NO MORE! I will not let you groceries be the death of me. I refuse to allow you to run my life. I am so sorry for using you as a crutch when I was bored, or sad, or happy, or being sociable, or while watching tv! I am done. We are not good for one another, because of my lack of self control and self discipline. then I shut the refrigerator. The house was quiet and I was all alone; except for our dog who looked at me with a sideways stare as if to say... "my momma needs to go to the vet".
Best of luck to everyone!

My best-friend and I sadly had to part ways. You see...it was love at first sight, we would always end up at the same places, make hasty decisions, I used my best friend as a clutch to console me when I was down, my best friend was at every celebration and I just couldn't break free. I became depressed, my pressure was out of control, I stayed in bed feeling guilty because we would spend entirely
too much time together. I went to counseling to seek advice and basically this relationship was literally KILLING me and my docs at the VA said enough is enough. I was told that I needed to get a "Best-Friend Ectomy"! I began to reminisce on all the times we shared and how the good had begun to out-weigh the bad. I began having thoughts about all the "good" comments I use to say like..Good Gracious these pants use to fit last month, and Good night everyone so now I can finally eat all this ice cream without having to share, and the one that really hit home was when I said "Good Lord! As I looked at my medical records for review and saw that I was up to 34 pills a day to include maintenance chemo and that was it for me! I sat down and did some soul-searching. All this time I thought I was doing great. I would go to the gym for Zumba, had done my Water aerobics, worked the elliptical like I was in a contest, active with the grand-babies, played with the dog, but all of that wasn't enough. I had to have a talk with my best friend and it wasn't going to be pretty. This is how the one-sided conversation went~~~ "I looked in .... the refrigerator and said NO MORE! I will not let you groceries be the death of me. I refuse to allow you to run my life. I am so sorry for using you as a crutch when I was bored, or sad, or happy, or being sociable, or while watching tv! I am done. We are not good for one another, because of my lack of self control and self discipline. then I shut the refrigerator. The house was quiet and I was all alone; except for our dog who looked at me with a sideways stare as if to say... "my momma needs to go to the vet".
Best of luck to everyone!

My best-friend and I sadly had to part ways. You see...it was love at first sight, we would always end up at the same places, make hasty decisions, I used my best friend as a clutch to console me when I was down, my best friend was at every celebration and I just couldn't break free. I became depressed, my pressure was out of control, I stayed in bed feeling guilty because we would spend entirely
too much time together. I went to counseling to seek advice and basically this relationship was literally KILLING me and my docs at the VA said enough is enough. I was told that I needed to get a "Best-Friend Ectomy"! I began to reminisce on all the times we shared and how the good had begun to out-weigh the bad. I began having thoughts about all the "good" comments I use to say like..Good Gracious these pants use to fit last month, and Good night everyone so now I can finally eat all this ice cream without having to share, and the one that really hit home was when I said "Good Lord! As I looked at my medical records for review and saw that I was up to 34 pills a day to include maintenance chemo and that was it for me! I sat down and did some soul-searching. All this time I thought I was doing great. I would go to the gym for Zumba, had done my Water aerobics, worked the elliptical like I was in a contest, active with the grand-babies, played with the dog, but all of that wasn't enough. I had to have a talk with my best friend and it wasn't going to be pretty. This is how the one-sided conversation went~~~ "I looked in .... the refrigerator and said NO MORE! I will not let you groceries be the death of me. I refuse to allow you to run my life. I am so sorry for using you as a crutch when I was bored, or sad, or happy, or being sociable, or while watching tv! I am done. We are not good for one another, because of my lack of self control and self discipline. then I shut the refrigerator. The house was quiet and I was all alone; except for our dog who looked at me with a sideways stare as if to say... "my momma needs to go to the vet".
Best of luck to everyone!

My best-friend and I sadly had to part ways. You see...it was love at first sight, we would always end up at the same places, make hasty decisions, I used my best friend as a clutch to console me when I was down, my best friend was at every celebration and I just couldn't break free. I became depressed, my pressure was out of control, I stayed in bed feeling guilty because we would spend entirely
too much time together. I went to counseling to seek advice and basically this relationship was literally KILLING me and my docs at the VA said enough is enough. I was told that I needed to get a "Best-Friend Ectomy"! I began to reminisce on all the times we shared and how the good had begun to out-weigh the bad. I began having thoughts about all the "good" comments I use to say like..Good Gracious these pants use to fit last month, and Good night everyone so now I can finally eat all this ice cream without having to share, and the one that really hit home was when I said "Good Lord! As I looked at my medical records for review and saw that I was up to 34 pills a day to include maintenance chemo and that was it for me! I sat down and did some soul-searching. All this time I thought I was doing great. I would go to the gym for Zumba, had done my Water aerobics, worked the elliptical like I was in a contest, active with the grand-babies, played with the dog, but all of that wasn't enough. I had to have a talk with my best friend and it wasn't going to be pretty. This is how the one-sided conversation went~~~ "I looked in .... the refrigerator and said NO MORE! I will not let you groceries be the death of me. I refuse to allow you to run my life. I am so sorry for using you as a crutch when I was bored, or sad, or happy, or being sociable, or while watching tv! I am done. We are not good for one another, because of my lack of self control and self discipline. then I shut the refrigerator. The house was quiet and I was all alone; except for our dog who looked at me with a sideways stare as if to say... "my momma needs to go to the vet".
Best of luck to everyone!

Congratulations!!! I am just 8 days out and I'm looking forward to totally abusing my Y membership. I miss really working out and Zumba was my bestfriend prior to reaching 260 of my lazy pounds. Keep up the good work. Tell your hubby that my hubby has motivator pom-poms too. It's great to hear our spouses cheer us on. My hubby has been my cheerleader for 24 years this coming September 24. Keep on keeping on.

Please remember we are the individuals who have undergone the surgery and we should now be listening to our bodies. Your body is telling you to go and get help. You will feel better knowing that you have done what was best for you and your body. Our loved ones, who have not had the surgery; are taking this walk through our "ups" and "downs". Questioning our-self is good and healthy, but 2nd guessing will sometimes lead to some of the negatives we may have felt prior to our decision to have the surgery. Uncontrollable pain and weakness gets us depressed quicker. Staying hydrated and getting stronger will show you more progression that any pound lost. Feeling good will contribute to your looking good and then your husband will see your inner strength.
Best wishes and I feel better soon.

Congratulations!!! I am just 8 days out and I'm looking forward to totally abusing my Y membership. I miss really working out and Zumba was my bestfriend prior to reaching 260 of my lazy pounds. Keep up the good work. Tell your hubby that my hubby has motivator pom-poms too. It's great to hear our spouses cheer us on. My hubby has been my cheerleader for 24 years this coming September 24. Keep on keeping on.

At some point point in the process(like 4 weeks out) what bothers me is envy that I can not do that anymore with any food(still on soft food). But also think how you would have reacted in days gone by if someone asked you if you were going to eat that crap or that much.