Happy Wednesday

Hello all. I am not even sure if I have any readers yet but that is OK! I will keep writing for my own account!

The last week has been very exciting for me. I became an auntie again on 6/9/09 to my beautiful Camille! She was 7lbs, 1oz and 20in long! She is so very beautiful just like her big sister Christina. Christina is the apple of my eye so miss Camille will have big shoes to fill....just kidding, she is my goddaughter so she is very special to me in her own way!

On Friday I went to my brothers house to help out with the kids and visit the new arrival. At dinner my brother found out about my hope to have GBS. Needless to say he flipped out. His argument was that I didn't have any comorbidities and that wanting to be thin and healthy is just psychological. I explained that I have lost weight many times and just gained it all back plus at least 20lbs. His major fear is that I will die and receive shitty treatment. I explained that I feel very comfortable with my choices for Dr.'s and the hospital. He was just very distraught.

Some back ground about why he was so freaked out. We have had a lot of losses this past year and have experienced very bad medical care as a family. In September my 89yr old grandfather died very suddenly. He was in the hospital with a bumped head. He was feeling great the night before and he himself thought he was going back to his assisted living the next day. My mom went to visit him he has 1L of oxygen on and it was on the side of his face. Needless to say he didn't need it. The next day my mom called to see how he was feeling the hospital staff said he was fine but being moved to ICU for "a little" fluid in his lungs. By the time my brother got there my Pa was on a re breathing mask and his lungs were being tapped. Within an hour he was dead. Gone. He had gone from being fine to being dead.

Next on Dec 31 we experienced the death of our father. He was 79. He had a long history of heart disease and the last 7 months for him had been torture. He had diabetes which resulted in a lot of leg ulcers. In June of 2008 he had a major bleed from one of the ulcers and was rushed to the hospital. My mom kept explaining that he was a cardiac pt and that his crit was too low and that he needed a unit of blood. They promptly ignored my mom and my dad suffered a major heart attack. Ultimately my dad died a horrible death from neglect at Falmouth Hospital. There are many other instances with my dad from January 08 till his death but I am just trying to give a brief background to why my family is so hesitant about medical care.

Then with myself it took 3 weeks and 4 trips to the ER to finally have my appendix removed. When it was finally removed it was 100% inflamed. I am obviously fine. However, all of this put together with a lot of emotion makes for a very hard time for myself and my family.

In the end I have asked them all to support me and if they feel that they can't to please keep their opinions and unsolicited advice to themselves. This decision was not an easy one for me and it took a lot of research and thinking for me to get to the point where I wanted to explore the option. I have gone to a lot of meetings which they have not and I have spoken to the surgeons which they have not either. I understand where they are coming from but it is very frustrating to not have my family support me when I support them all the time.

So there is my most recent update!

Ta-ta :0)