Although, most of mine aren't too good.
It all started with gaining 125 lbs. due to anti-depressive medication, quitting smoking, and being diagnosed with hypothyroidism! I had pretty much weighed 103 most of my life. After I gained 125 to 103 equaling 228 life changed ENORMOUSLY!!!
Due to having MS finding exercise caused me to have exacerbations getting overheated.
Anti-depression medication was due to losing our home with us in it after Hurricane Charley in 2004, and also the same year our younger son decided to no longer want anything to do with us. All because we could not afford to help money-wise with his first wife's wedding. So estrangement is what he decided.
Then when I went for the testing for Multiple sclerosis in 2006 the neurologist at the MS center said while being tested I had had a Transeschemic attack, TIA, AKA mini-stroke, and that he wanted me to take 81mg. of aspirin nightly, and to stop smoking and this time after seven previous times I was successful! I suppose I was more motivated because my parents had both died from strokes!
Mini strokes, TIAs, can be precursors to major strokes, my mom's was for two years she had them and they were never picked up since by the time a medical person saw her they were gone!
Hypothyroidism came from nowhere and I was diagnosed and put on Levothyroxine, in 2008.
By stopping my five days a week exercising I put on the pounds ... by 2016 is when my weight got ridiculously obese with a BMI of 40 at 228 lbs., ( I am only 5'2") I had a 19 BMI for years at 103 lbs.!
So I investigated sleeve surgery and it was covered by insurance due to my high blood pressure at the time and being pre-diabetic too! I had low blood pressure when I was my right weight, and oddly enough periodically hypoglycemic the opposite of diabetic!
So in the fall of 2016, I had sleeve surgery in Sarasota Florida by Dr. Chablis.
That surgery helped me to lose over eighty unwanted unneeded pounds!
But after that, you must take medication to protect your gallbladder and apparently, I was not diligent enough with that non-covered very expensive medication, or maybe it was covered but the co-pay was too high... Right now I do not recall...so in January of 2021 I went to the gastro and he had made a mistake I needed my gallbladder out the year before and so that is why I was sent to Dr. Finley, the surgeon! He removed my gallbladder and told me if I wanted to lose the rest of my weight I could have bypass surgery, and that since I also had GERD Esophagitis and an enormous hiatal hernia it was covered by my insurance! And so December 5 2022 is when the nearly four-hour robotic surgery was done!
And here I sit a little over one year since that surgery back at my regular weight of 103!
Unfortunately, I am still on stomach medication for nausea, and pain, and necessary for ulcers too when needed!
Add this problem to my DDD Stenosis and MS... life is painful! (You would think that the absence of so much weight on my spine would have helped, but alas it has not)
And we must not forget Hubby, after his 28 days of radiation for prostate cancer that put him into remission, although he must take XTANDI and Lupron Depot for the rest of his life... coming out of the ordeal of radiation has been very rough going, and he is waiting for some relief!
Let me introduce you to the crew...
Aussie, say good day!
I am Aussie, not from Australia, but American-made.
I will comply because it is fun and say good day!
I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name... ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never found out the girl's name; mom liked Aussie too. Since then, we have discovered that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even say unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me: I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! I am a standard Australian Shepherd! Although I am now six years old, I am the baby, though I am the largest of the fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right, ha!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken- out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.
Hello, I am Bella, in the picture above, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie. I might be eight years old. We are all rescues, so no one knows our ages for sure. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies accompanying that! Being the only girl has its rewards as well as its difficulties.
I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog it had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18 on clear out the shelters day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!
I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog it had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18 on clear out the shelters day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am nine years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes!
I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays, too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020.
I had been wandering the neighborhood for days, and then I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there...
The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!
The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.
Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!
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