It is late.
We've had a hell of a week, month, year...
We're tired and stressed out and sad and scared and ...
But ... this is a date that ought to be noted before it passes.
One year ago today, Master and T embarked, with great bravery on a path that would forever change their lives -- we hoped for the better. It has not been an easy path. There has been pain and suffering and a very great deal of adjusting as both of them have worked to learn to live with their very significantly altered digestive systems. With all of that, between them they've lost some 222 pounds. That's notable, and I want it noted here in this place -- before we all move on.
I am awfully proud of the two of them. I am thrilled for the new and healthier lives that they have ahead of them because of this choice. Some few, sour souls have insinuated that there was a lack of discipline that set all of this in motion -- made it necessary. That's just pure, ignorant nonsense. There are real medical reasons why some people cannot successfully control their weight, and there are weight driven morbidity issues that make finding a way to conquer the issue a critical life decision. Choosing the path of bariatric surgery is not a simple decision, and anyone who believes it somehow provides an easy fix is just an uninformed fool. The surgery gave my Master and my T the tools they needed to get control of their weight issues. It was not any sort of magic. They have done the work, made the changes, and won the battle. Today, in the midst of everything else happening in our lives, I want to shout from the housetops that this is a "birthday" of sorts and deserves its own celebration.