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.