3 Hours, 3 Days and One Year
3 Hours, 3 Days and One Year.
3 Hours is the amount of time from when I went to sleep until I woke up in recovery. 3 Hours was all it took for a surgeon to change my life forever. 3 Hours I will never remember.
3 Days is the time I was away from my home in the hospital, 3 days of care and tests, injections and Doctors. 3 Days to make sure everything went right when I was asleep. 3 Days that the memory will fade over time.
One year, that is the time I spent re-training my mind and body. It is the time I worked to be sure this was the choice I wanted to make. It gave me the time I needed to improve what had gone wrong in my life; Emotionally, Mentally and Physically. I look back on the last year as one of the most important of my life for the choices I had to make, the challenges I had to face and the acceptance that I was responsible for my past eating and only I can control my future. One Year I will never forget.
So at the end of 1 year, 3 days and 3 hours I feel as if I have been given a whole new set of challenges but my time has prepared me for them, the support of my family and friends will help me, the education of my doctors and nurses will help to guide me, but at the end of the day I will make the right choices and know I hold the key to my success and the only person who can stop me is me.
