The last time I posted was to let you know that I was approved
and scheduled for surgery on October 17th. A few days later the
surgeons office called me to let me know that they would not be
performing the surgery after all…
I’ve been in the middle of what seems like a terrible nightmare since then, and have not had the energy to post about any of it. It all started with the phone call I received from the surgeons office telling me that he will no longer be performing that surgery for me. Why not? I wanted answers.. immediate answers.. In tears, I raced to the dr’s office just a few blocks away. “This has to be a mistake” I kept telling myself.. but it wasn’t. When I saw Dr. Wier, he was cold, rude, and flat out told me that I would not be successful. I stormed out of the office, still hysterical, and quickly went into action.
I was going to get another doctor.
I don’t know how I sprung into action so quickly, but I did. Through tears, still parked in Dr. Wier’s parking lot, I called two other bariatric surgeons that I had previously considered before making my selection. Voicemails. For now, that would have to be enough. At that time, I couldn’t do anymore.
I went to work and had a miserable day. My depression started to sink in.. This wasn’t going to happen anymore.. I felt like a failure.
By the end of my work day, I was feeling slightly more positive and in control. I got a call back from one of the offices I’d called earlier that day and made an appointment. The soonest they could see me was 2 weeks out.
Let me interject here that because surgery had already been scheduled on October 17th, my mother who lives in N.J. had already purchased a plane ticket to come stay with me for a week to help me during recovery. I was on a time crunch. I NEEDED surgery to happen on October 17th.
Two weeks out was the earliest they could see me for an initial visit. It would have to do.. I would just wait and see if another office called me back and had an earlier opening.
Thank God I didn’t have to.
An angel walked into my office at work that afternoon- that’s right, an ANGEL. That’s the only way I could describe her because she HAD to have been sent by God. This client sat in my office and told me about her journey through bariatric surgery. She’d lost a lot of weight and heard from my boss that I was going through some struggles with my journey. Before she left, she gave me the name of her doctor that performed the surgery here in Central Florida, who came highly recommended.
I barely waited a minute after she left the office before I picked up the phone and called their offices. This was not one of the other doctors I had considered, but I remembered his name having come up in my research in the past. I was about to get in to see the doctor in 1 week and when I explained my situation, they were very sympathetic and willing to do whatever they could to work with me. This was a clear message to me that Dr. Beltre was supposed to be my doctor if this surgery was still going to happen. After I got off the phone I immediately called the office that wasn’t going to be able to see me for 2 weeks and canceled my appointment.
For a week, my depression was very intense. I still had doubts in my mind that surgery would ever happen. What if this doctor agreed with Dr. Wier’s opinion? What if I couldn’t have the surgery on October 17th? My mind did not stop with the ‘what if’s’.
Then, came the day of my first appointment with Dr. Beltre. I was so anxious all day.. even had a panic attack.
As soon as I walked into Dr. Beltre’s office I had a good feeling. I proceeded to fill out the mountain of paperwork that doctors always have you fill out. They took my weight, blood pressure (it was a little high) and asked me about my situation. More sympathy! I couldn’t believe it, the staff had been sooo nice so far! The nurse left the room and I waited for the doctor. Dr. Beltre came into the exam room with a smile on his face. He was very friendly and even joked around with me. Not at all like Dr. Wier (who, by the way, I really want to start referring to by some terrible name but I’d rather have him and other potential patients of his be able to google his name and find this)
After a long talk with Dr. Beltre, he said to me that he *knew* I could be successful. It’s going to be a lot of work, but he knew if I put the effort and really wanted it as bad as I appeared to want it, that I could actually do this and lose a significant amount of weight. I cried, tears of joy this time. Not only was he going to do the surgery, but he didn’t think that October 17th would be a problem.
I found my surgeon.
He wants me to get on a high protein/low carb diet as soon as I can (which will be on Monday) and he wants to see me again in 3 weeks where we will fill out any necessary paperwork in order to proceed with surgery.
I found my surgeon.
But I’m still scared. I still have doubts. And I still expect trouble around the corner. It’s only human to have these feelings. Especially when you’ve been through what I’ve been through with this.
But for now.. surgery is still a go Thank you Dr. Beltre. Thank you to my angel. And thank you especially to God.
I’ve been in the middle of what seems like a terrible nightmare since then, and have not had the energy to post about any of it. It all started with the phone call I received from the surgeons office telling me that he will no longer be performing that surgery for me. Why not? I wanted answers.. immediate answers.. In tears, I raced to the dr’s office just a few blocks away. “This has to be a mistake” I kept telling myself.. but it wasn’t. When I saw Dr. Wier, he was cold, rude, and flat out told me that I would not be successful. I stormed out of the office, still hysterical, and quickly went into action.
I was going to get another doctor.
I don’t know how I sprung into action so quickly, but I did. Through tears, still parked in Dr. Wier’s parking lot, I called two other bariatric surgeons that I had previously considered before making my selection. Voicemails. For now, that would have to be enough. At that time, I couldn’t do anymore.
I went to work and had a miserable day. My depression started to sink in.. This wasn’t going to happen anymore.. I felt like a failure.
By the end of my work day, I was feeling slightly more positive and in control. I got a call back from one of the offices I’d called earlier that day and made an appointment. The soonest they could see me was 2 weeks out.
Let me interject here that because surgery had already been scheduled on October 17th, my mother who lives in N.J. had already purchased a plane ticket to come stay with me for a week to help me during recovery. I was on a time crunch. I NEEDED surgery to happen on October 17th.
Two weeks out was the earliest they could see me for an initial visit. It would have to do.. I would just wait and see if another office called me back and had an earlier opening.
Thank God I didn’t have to.
An angel walked into my office at work that afternoon- that’s right, an ANGEL. That’s the only way I could describe her because she HAD to have been sent by God. This client sat in my office and told me about her journey through bariatric surgery. She’d lost a lot of weight and heard from my boss that I was going through some struggles with my journey. Before she left, she gave me the name of her doctor that performed the surgery here in Central Florida, who came highly recommended.
I barely waited a minute after she left the office before I picked up the phone and called their offices. This was not one of the other doctors I had considered, but I remembered his name having come up in my research in the past. I was about to get in to see the doctor in 1 week and when I explained my situation, they were very sympathetic and willing to do whatever they could to work with me. This was a clear message to me that Dr. Beltre was supposed to be my doctor if this surgery was still going to happen. After I got off the phone I immediately called the office that wasn’t going to be able to see me for 2 weeks and canceled my appointment.
For a week, my depression was very intense. I still had doubts in my mind that surgery would ever happen. What if this doctor agreed with Dr. Wier’s opinion? What if I couldn’t have the surgery on October 17th? My mind did not stop with the ‘what if’s’.
Then, came the day of my first appointment with Dr. Beltre. I was so anxious all day.. even had a panic attack.
As soon as I walked into Dr. Beltre’s office I had a good feeling. I proceeded to fill out the mountain of paperwork that doctors always have you fill out. They took my weight, blood pressure (it was a little high) and asked me about my situation. More sympathy! I couldn’t believe it, the staff had been sooo nice so far! The nurse left the room and I waited for the doctor. Dr. Beltre came into the exam room with a smile on his face. He was very friendly and even joked around with me. Not at all like Dr. Wier (who, by the way, I really want to start referring to by some terrible name but I’d rather have him and other potential patients of his be able to google his name and find this)
After a long talk with Dr. Beltre, he said to me that he *knew* I could be successful. It’s going to be a lot of work, but he knew if I put the effort and really wanted it as bad as I appeared to want it, that I could actually do this and lose a significant amount of weight. I cried, tears of joy this time. Not only was he going to do the surgery, but he didn’t think that October 17th would be a problem.
I found my surgeon.
He wants me to get on a high protein/low carb diet as soon as I can (which will be on Monday) and he wants to see me again in 3 weeks where we will fill out any necessary paperwork in order to proceed with surgery.
I found my surgeon.
But I’m still scared. I still have doubts. And I still expect trouble around the corner. It’s only human to have these feelings. Especially when you’ve been through what I’ve been through with this.
But for now.. surgery is still a go
Thank you Dr. Beltre. Thank you to my angel. And thank you especially to God. 
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