Today is two months post-op. Life has been quite the ride since the morning of July 8.
Two months ago, I went into the hospital with a sense of calm and peace about what I was about to ask a surgeon to do to my body. I went into the hospital with a heart swollen with hope that I would finally be able to have good health and a shot at living a long life with my husband, family and friends.
Two months later, here is the result.
La Guerra de La Gorda 