At this point, I regret telling half of the people that I did, and I only told 12. I ended up asking my nephew to drop me off at the hospital on his way to work. I had some complications with the banding so the doctor decided to keep me overnight. My sister-in-law had a fit because she came by the hospital in the afternoon "when she didn't have to". I went to my brother's place (same sister-in-law) when I was discharged the following day. She was roasting a chicken. Then she proceeded to eat chicken and potato salad in the family room where I was. No help. I ended up driving myself back home the next day. I went to a football game a couple of weeks later only to have her announce it to all of the people around us. Talk about embarrassing. I've only been banded for a month and people keep asking me why I'm not losing weight faster.
My biggest champion has been my older brother who does international business development. We talked before the surgery and health concerns. It was several conversations the good and the bad. At the end, he told me that he would be supportive and how could he do that best. he has been my rock and he rocks as far as supporting me. He has been calling me at least every other day to check on me. If for some reason he misses a day because of flights he makes sure that one of his kids calls.
I will admit that it put a smile on my face when he called me from Russia and a couple of his business associates were in the background. He had scheduled a business appointment on his calendar to call me!
At this point it is definately the quality of the support and not the quantity. Do it for you and your goals.