I just got approved and I am soooo scared. Before the approval there was nothing but excitement from my first appointment 9/30/11. I think that I honestly thought I wouldn't get approved because I'm 26 and 248. However, they approved me very qucikly and my surgery is the 25th. All I keep thinking about is.... what if something happens to me? I am too young to die. I have a 1 year old son.... what if something goes wrong???? Maybe I am just having thoughts like this because I buried my grandmother yesterday and my boss died last week, but what are the statistics? What are my chances? Am I willing to die for this? Am I crazy because I am going through trauma in my life?

Trust me . . . all your feelings are perfectly normal. I just had surgery last week and I was a complete mess. Like you, I was great going through all the requirements and was sure I was going to be denied. I got the approval phone call and I was jumping for joy . . . then a few days later I thought, what in the world am I doing. It was a very tough rollercoaster of emotions for me. I wasn't going to allow myself to give up on the surgery. I knew that there was no way I was going to be able to do it on my own. I have two children, 4 and 8. The best thing I could give them for their future was a healthy mom. I had no comorbilities, but some blood work showed that things were not in a good place and pretty soon I would have problems. The benefits definately outweigh the risks. There is always a risk with surgery, but weight loss surgery is becoming a very common surgery. I figure it's probably like getting your appendix or gall bladder removed. You should check on your surgeons statistics, if that would make you feel better. I checked on mine and their were no fatalities. Then I asked the xray tech if she's ever seen a leak, she said she had seen leaks with bypass, but has not seen one with the sleeve yet.

When the surgeon came to get me for surgery, I had a breakdown. He reassured me that everything was going to be just fine. Then before I knew it, I was waking up in the recovery room. I remember thinking to myself, "phew, it's over and I'm going to be just fine."

Good luck and let me know if you ever want to chat more.

Courtney