Dear Sally, I have read your posts often, and in you I can see me. I am 5'8 and 478 pounds. I am scared of the world at times. I am tired of being looked at like I am something that belongs in a circus freak show. I hate going out to restaurants because I fear that where we go there will be no seats without arms. Or the dreaded booth. I know that my husband loves me but I worry about how he feels when he is out with me. He says that he has no problem being seen with me, I want to believe him, but what must go through his mind. I pray to God that I get this surgery, and yes like you I am scared to death of it. I worry now that I may not make it to surgery, but from the posts of everyone here, I know that fear can be made into a strong determination to get to the other side. I see you taking those steps and I am so proud of you. I know that it is hard, but you will get there. God has a plan for you and that is why you are here. You inspire me with your honesty and caring that that come to me from the depths of your words. I hope that you save what you write, I think that your words might become an inspiration one day down the road for others like us who might be scared of the unknown. You are blessed with the gift of writing. I hope that you know that we all admire you and are in your corner 100%. God Bless!