7 months & 121 pounds lost (with pics)!

Your story is truly amazing. I am so incredibly glad to hear that your ovarian cancer was caught before it spread! My grandma died from ovarian cancer after years of fighting it. She also had many visits to the doctors and was essentially brushed aside - told that her symptoms were just things like gastric upset and asthma. It really upsets me that women's health is so disregarded by many doctors! We have to be our own advocates and not give up when something is clearly wrong (my public service announcement for the day).

Good job on not giving u,p and going on to make this a success story! I'll be rooting for you on those last 59 pounds

Very sorry to hear about your Grandma. =( I completely agree with you. That was one of those things that still makes me a little bitter about my own story -- how long I went undiagnosed & how long I suffered. If only I had had ONE doctor (out of nearly a hundred doctors that I had seen while I was sick for years) that would have actually just LISTENED to me, I could have been spared a lot of grief. How hard is it to figure out that something is wrong with the lady parts when I told them how irregular my period was?

I think it's important to not just seek a second opinion, but also to seek your own opinion and value that one the most. You know your body better than anyone else. If you think something is wrong, despite what the tests and doctors are saying, then you should be up their behinds. I hate it say it, but most doctors are overpaid and lazy. Not that that is the case with ALL doctors. (I will forever be grateful to the doctor who saved my life.)

Wow what an amazing story. I feel like an emotional wreck just reading it. I also lost my father to cancer at 53 and I went to a very bad place. I can't even start to imagine how much of a strong person you are to be able to get through what you have.

I wish you all the happiness and success in the world xx

*hugs* Sorry to hear about your Dad!

This might sound a bit strange, but when I go for my runs I can feel my Dad and Grandma's love and energy surround me -- driving me forward, pushing me to go faster and farther. Haha, I cry a lot when I run. Happy tears, of course. I hope you can come (or have come) to a place where you can feel him around you, giving you strength.

I almost cried reading your story - how much bad luck can one woman have? And yet you strived through it all. You're amazing, and should be damn proud of yourself. Sorry about your Dad and Grandma, but congratulations on your accomplishment, it's something few would survive. I'd like to hug you so much, but the internet only allows virtual hugging, so... *hugs* Oh, and you're like SUPER pretty, especially when you're smiling - keep it up, girl! Good luck!

I still struggle emotionally and mentally with everything I've gone through. I've been through a lot of intensely traumatic situations. I feel angry about some things still. Especially about how no one believed I was sick. At the same time, I am so grateful for all that I've been through. Before my Dad died and before I got sick, I took life for granted. My suffering has opened my eyes to how beautiful and precious this experience called 'life' really is.

Sometimes I'm inclined to say, "I wouldn't wish this upon my worst enemy", but then I'd just have to retract that statement. I wish EVERYONE could have an experience like this. Because with the way that I feel now... EVERYONE should feel this way.

If you were sharing in the hopes that your story would inspire others, you've succeeded. I teared up just reading it. You're a warrior, and I have no doubt that even greater things await you. Thank you for sharing your story.

Thank you for taking time to read it!

I feel like this is just the beginning for me. I feel like I'm meant to do something great with the second chance I've been given. And I plan to do just that. I've got lots of ideas a'brewing for my future.