Betrayal

Sixteen days until my gastric bypass surgery. Yes, I am scared. Mainly about recovery, not about the surgery itself. My "friends" Brad and Kate wrote this email to the GMX (Grandmanatrix) about how I was unaware of how long and difficult the recovery time is for this surgery and how much of a burden it will put on her and the kids. They know next to
nothing about me or my situation. They are both very self righetous and they think I'm making a poor decision. I think it might stem mainly from Kate who is morbidly obese as well, and who thinks that every fat person is just like her with her same body makeup and metabolism. She has struggled for as long as I have known her and anguished over her appearance. I think she assumes my decision is based on appearance and not my overall health, because it is that way
for her situation. I am really close to not ever wanting to see or hear from them again. They are both more than a little concieted regarding their own intelligence and wisdom. They act like I am their little experiment. They get upset and angry when I don't follow their
advice.

I talked to Tim at work today, gave him the whole surgery schedule. He told me one of our co-workers' wife got the procedure done, and despite the filter they put in her, she passed away from a clot in the lung 6 days later. That has been the most horrifying thing I've heard
so far. He was very supportive about time off, and coming back to work though.

My old boss Steven called me today about the surgery wanting to know when it was happening and where, etc. He gave me some words of encouragement and tried to make me feel better and be supportive.