I was diabetic with sleep apnea and overloaded knees that were going to need replacement if
I didn't take some weight off them. My doctor finally put it in words I could understand. He said
"You're going to die if you don't do something soon." I wasn't suicidal so I decided to lose some
weight. I'd lost up to 80 lbs a number of times, but seemed to put it right back on. WLS didn't
seem very manly, but then neither did dying, so here I am 50 lbs lighter and wishing I'd done
it many years ago. Everyone needs to make their own decision about this in light of their own
situation, in mine, I really wanted to see my grandchildren grow up, they're just too much fun
for me not to be here for them. I went to the hospital my PCP recommended, which was a
Center of Excellence in Beverly Hills, a horrible drive, but worth every shattered nerve. My
surgeon and the hospital were so good I never the least pain except for my incisions.
To this day, as I sit here with the shirt that didn't fit two months ago,I haven't had the slightest
reason to regret it. When guys ask "Why in the world did you do that?"
I say "Pick up a hundred pound sack and carry it around all day and
You'll see".