Confessions of a Fluffy Girl Trapped in the Midwest

The next day I have my first MRI..... Whew... This time I asked my mom to come with me, I was about a week and half out from the first doctors appointment that made the discovery...  I think at this point it everything was started to take a toll on me? After a few mix ups with my appointment, I snapped.... I literally cried in my moms lap. The appointments, overtime at work, paperwork between work and medical, and overall fear just finally got me...Now keep in mind at the time I was about 5'9 and 220 pounds in my mom lap who is way smaller than me... I could tell the fear that was wearing on her too, because she had been down the road of appointments and surgeries with my brother (who passed from complications with Systemic Lupus in 2006),which made me cry even more. We were scared... Whatever it was, we knew it would get handled, but we were scared. Okay, I've never had a MRI.....I had already been through what felt like a lot that i figured I'd be good...

....So I make an appointment for my first MRI and with the surgeon that was referred ... I saw the surgeon first...She walked in with a warm energy and well versed on my case. She inquired about my menstrual and healthy history and much like everyone else completely shocked that I had inquired about my symptoms earlier. She was concerned about the size of the mass and how it was currently effecting my body. We discussed my desire to possibly still want to have my excess skin removed. As I was taking in all of things we were discussing , I looked up and asked (jokingly) 'Can you guys do the surgery together ?' Her eyes lit up, 'Actually we can, and Im not opposed to it. It doesn't make sense for you to be cut twice, if the plastic surgeon is down and the schedules work out, we can do it together' I recall this being one of the few high points in all of this....The possibility that I could get what I wanted and needed at the same time.. But of course there