For many of us (perhaps most of us), the wait and anticipation is far worse than the reality.
I had two OHS in four years and really, really, really......... both went fine, I had no complications and healed well and returned to my full, usual activities in
a reasonably short amount of time.
I had little appetite both surgeries for just a short amount of time. Both of my OHS were during cold New England winter and DH and I were out to dinner in under a month both times. First surgery when I had it as an emergency case, our best friend invited us to dinner at his house about a week or ten days after I came home. He is an MD and I thought he was trying to kill me. I asked if it was safe and he asked if I thought for one minute he would put me at risk? We went, I ate, was tired and went home. His most valuable lesson to me was I am not an invalid, I can and should get about my life and he knew the only place I would safe venturing out socially so soon was to be with him. It as a gift he gave me.
This business about not eating for a year is something I have never heard before. Some have poor appetite for a month or maybe two but that is extreme for most of us.
For us, OHS is a major big deal and unimaginably frightening but for the professionals taking care of us it is another day at the office. This is remarkably successful surgery and those who have serious complications is such a small percentage in comparison to many other surgeries.
We are so fortunate there is a surgery to fix us, there is a way for us to look forward to lots of quality time. Some diseases, as we know, have absolutely no cure and no hope for survival or even stability for any length of time.
We are blessed to have born in a time that medical science has perfected a way to treat us.
All the best wishes.
