surgery tomorrow.

My post in October indicated that my health was poor.  It never got better... in fact, it has continued to get worse.  Since last fall, I've managed to get down to 102 lbs--less than I weighed in the fifth grade.  Ridiculous.  My days are filled with vomiting and my nights are filled with pain medicine and tears.
We've had to battle the insurance company to cover the entire surgery, which is slightly experimental for gastroparesis patients, but seems to be working for other people.  I will be patient #20 in the Seattle-area to have the surgery done.  They've been doing it in the Midwest for a while now, and the results continue to be hopeful.  They'll be doing a pyloroplasty, which means they're opening the pyloric sphincter so that my food can empty the stomach more rapidly, hopefully decreasing the likelihood of me puking it all up.  The surgeon will also be removing my gastric stimulator (which has been worthless), and he'll be removing any adhesions that he sees... especially in the zone where I am complaining of horrific pain.  I am cautiously optimistic about the surgery being a "big success"--and as Marcus pointed out the other day, things can't get much worse. Please pray for smooth sailing tomorrow, and that the surgeons are able to perform the surgery laproscopically (so that I can lift the babies sooner. :))
The babies are adorable and BUSY.  They're running and playing, falling down, laughing and loving each other and us so much--it's both absolutely delightful and exhausting.  Especially now, in the midst of this current health crisis, I thank God again and again for the miracle that they are.
Thanks again for your prayers, we covet them, as always. 
Hugs and love,
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