My first surgery was stopped last May when I was on the table and under anesthetic. My surgeon knew I had liver disease, but the ultrasound scan didn't look too bad. But when he started the surgery in May last year, he saw cirrhosis which he wasn't expecting. So when i woke up in recovery I was told it didn't go ahead. They took a liver biopsy and that was it. I was so heartbroken I can't begin to tell you. I was distraught and completely miserable and wanted to just hide away.
Because I was scheduled to go to ICU post op, that's where they sent me even though I didn't need to be there. I was crying so much and so hard I set off all the alarms on the monitors because I was sobbing hyperventilating and my oxygen and heart levels were all over the place. Then, last summer I developed sudden onset T2 diabetes which was severe and I needed to go into hospital A&E with it and put on insulin. Then my surgeon reviewed my case together with my liver consultant and endocrinologist (for the diabetes) and my surgeon, bless him decided he would do the sleeve if I still wanted it as long as I accepted that it would be a lot higher risk for me. I said hell yeah. The time after the first surgery went wrong was horrible, I was so depressed and just going through the motions for my family. I was crying inside every day. But the second time it went well. The surgeons knew what they were dealing with and it took twice as long to do it. I was in theatre 4 hours and there had to be 2 bariatric surgeons there because of my level of risk. But I will forever be grateful to my surgeon for taking that risk. It wasn't just a risk for me, he didn't want to lose a patient on the table. I am so thankful to Mr Fiennes, he is a wonderful compassionate man as well as a gifted surgeon, and he had to convince the hospital admins to do it because cirrhosis usually rules out WLS. I will remember him in my prayers always for being such a good, caring man and a brilliant surgeon.