isn't it soooo IRONIC.......
The night before my PCP called my mother and asked for my number to my summer school dorm, I was sitting in my car crying and sobbing at midnight and I happen to always keep a full bottle of excedrin gelcaps in my car because I always get horrible migranes. I picked up the bottle and told GOD that I could not make it through this deep dark lonely road of obesity and that I wanted to end my life. After holding the bottle in my hand for 10 minutes and looking out my front windshield to my car, I decided that I didn't want to end my life by overdosing on medicine because I wanted to see GOD when I die and I know that in the bible it says that if you committ suicide, you will never go to heaven. Later that night when I went to sleep, I remember thinking to myself "that all I wanted was for SOMEONE to love me." I cryed myself to sleep that night. The next morning my PCP called and told me that I had been approved for the surgery. After she said those words to me, all I remember thinking is that GOD did hear me cry and felt my tears. I am so overwhelmed and shocked and nervous at the same time. My point to this story is that anyone on this board who is starting the beginning process to be approved for surgery without the encouragement of your PCP and family should NEVER give up. Three nights ago, I felt like I was standing in a room screaming for help and millions of people could see me, but nobody could hear nor feel my pain.....but I am a living example that there is ALWAYS someobody who hears and feels your pain and if you want it bad enough, NOBODY can ever step in your way.....THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE ON THE BOARD *****SPONDED TO ALL MY POSTS DURING THIS 6 MONTH STRUGGLE....I love you all and I hope we can all meet on the "loser side" of life someday. 
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