Well, I have been working on this post for quite some time now. I finally decided that it was just time to finish it, post it and move on. :) A lot has been going on with me this summer that I have kept close to home. Nothing truly earth-shattering (so don't worry) but honestly, quite a roller coaster ride for me, personally. And while I realize that none of this counts as a 'crisis', it has been pretty tough emotionally - moreso than one might think.
Last spring I began contemplating having Lap Band surgery. Lap Band surgery involves putting a fluid filled rubber band of sorts around the top part of your stomach, thereby making you unable to eat as much quantity and causing you to feel full.
I know some folks who have had it and have been hugely successful. I struggled with the decision all summer long and just couldn't quite make up my mind to do it. I definitely wanted the 'results', but I was a bit fearful of the process. I spent months researching, thinking, praying and talking to other people - then finally came to the decision to go for it. I honestly thought THAT was going to be the tough part....
I called the doctor here in town who does that surgery (and who had operated on my two friends) and was told "his practice is on hold". What? I couldn't imagine what that even meant. I asked if I could at least set up an appointment or attend a seminar for the surgery and was told that nothing was happening at all until he 'figured out what he was going to do with his practice'. Strange.
So, I regrouped and decided to go with a surgeon from out of town that I was aware of. I knew about the surgical group he was in (because of a previous surgery that Marvin had) and felt comfortable with the practice. I signed up for the first seminar (a requirement in order to actually see the doctor) and exchanged several emails and even a phone call with the practice to be sure my 'ducks were in a row'. I mean, I had made my decision... I was READY to get going on this thing.
I counted down the days until the seminar (about 2 weeks from sign up) and dutifully filled out all 17 pages of paperwork. I also contacted my insurance company and determined that although they do cover the surgery, I didn't qualify under their stipulations. (they require a person to be 100+ pounds overweight) Although I briefly considered that a goal I could meet :) (not really!) we decided that my long term health was important enough for us to take the 'Self Pay Option', meaning we would pay cash for the surgery and NOT file for our insurance. (by the way, I DO meet the qualifications for the surgery - 35+ BMI.)
The seminar was early on a Saturday morning and out of town, so I went down the night before and stayed at a hotel. That morning, scared, anxious and excited, I headed to the seminar ready to begin this new journey back toward health. My very first interaction with the lady there was when she called me in to be weighed (joy) and I handed her my paperwork. Because I am a true 'fill in the blank person' I had written my insurance company in the space provided, although I also wrote in that we would not be filing, we would be paying cash. The lady took one look at that top page and then turned to me and said, "I'm sorry, we can't help you. You have TriCare insurance." (Let me state here that TriCare insurance is our military insurance.) I took a moment to try to think and decided she must realize that I didn't meet the criteria for our insurance to cover the surgery so clarified that we were planning to pay cash, NOT file insurance. She said again, "I'm sorry, we can't help you." What on earth? I seriously didn't understand what she meant. I was dumbfounded.
I was confused by the thought that even though we didn't want to file our insurance that I
couldn't pay cash. It just didn't make sense and I thought I must be totally missing something. But, our conversation just went round and round like this for several minutes... Finally, she said I 'could stay for the seminar if I liked' but that they wouldn't be able to help me in any way. I was near tears, but decided to stay for the stupid seminar that I had gone to so much trouble to attend.
All through the seminar I thought over the crazy conversation and just couldn't figure out what on earth I had missed. I determined to try to talk to her one more time after the class. It went no better. She just kept telling me that even though I didn't want to file TriCare, they couldn't accept my cash either. I finally gave up and left, called Marvin and tried to explain the whole scenario.
Marvin was just as confused as I was and said he would call on Monday and set it all straight. We began to wonder if she had incorrect information about TriCare and Marvin even pointed out that they had no trouble with TriCare back in May when he had his surgery through them. (which still wouldn't explain why they wouldn't take my CASH!) But, we thought surely it would all work out.
On Monday Marvin tried to call the lady repeatedly, left messages and never received a call back. He started back in on Tuesday morning to no avail. Finally, he called another number that we had from his surgery back in May and was able to talk to a different person in the office. THAT person finally confirmed that what she had said was true. They could not help me. They do accept TriCare insurance (as we knew from Marvin's experiences) but not on
this particular surgery. And since I had told them I actually HAD TriCare insurance, they wouldn't accept a cash payment from me, either. Marvin, my mild mannered, sweet husband who never gets mad, made an analogy. "So, if I break my car windshield and decide
not to file it to my insurance but just to pay cash to fix it, you wouldn't fix it because I HAVE insurance?" She also stated to Marvin that if I had walked in and said I was uninsured, they
would have operated on me. Crazy...
Sooooo.... at that point we were totally confused, pretty disgusted and I was feeling pretty low. I was also beginning to doubt everything I had decided - which caused me to feel like my
character was flawed. How could I be so certain of something then have my determination crumble after a mere set back? At that point, my dear friend Jim said to me, "I think God and Rev. Jim just don't want you to HAVE this surgery!" :) I began to think that 'God and Rev. Jim' might be right....
For whatever strange reasons, the final result is that I made two serious attempts to have Lap Band surgery and both fell apart for reasons that I still don't quite understand. I felt thrown for a loop and angry, but decided to harness that anger (and all the research I had done all summer) and try a new direction.
That new direction is that I am now 'living as though I have HAD Lap Band surgery'. I had psyched myself up mentally for all the changes that I would have to make and was prepared to move forward in those ways. I realized that I could STILL move forward in those ways even without the 'tool' of the Lap Band. And I was just mad enough to fuel my motivation. :)
So, two weeks ago I began
living as though I have HAD the Lap Band surgery. And I have lost 5 pounds so far. Amazing. My mindset is strong; I feel determined and focused. I am moving forward and looking ahead. And I am content.