When my husband graduated with his MSN recently, my parents sent him in a Graduation card in the mail. Let me go ahead and preface this by saying I spent the entire month of December consumed with thoughts of, "What happens if the insurance company denies me for surgery?" I'm sure everyone goes through this....but it's what I'm going through right now. What if. What if?! The whole idea of getting lap band is what motivated me to lose 25 pounds so far. It's been the life raft that I've been clinging to. What if the insurance company rips it awayt? Can I swim? Will I drown?
And then, if I do get the lap band, can I do it? Will I be successful? Or will I be one of the "failures" my PCP spoke about when she discouraged me from moving forward with getting surgery? Because that would really be humiliating! "Everyone gains it back eventually," she said. I vented about that visit here on my blog. And that's when Sherry came across that post somehow. Thank goodness. Until then I hadn't discovered how to connect with others going through the same thing.
Anyway, so, in the middle of December when I was consumed with all of this self-doubt my husband gets this graduation card in the mail and it's like God speaking to me. It said,
Only it wasn't God. It was just Maya Angelou printed on a Hallmark card (for $2.79).
So, my word is dare.
Dare: to have the necessary courage or boldness for something;be bold enough