3 months ago, in April 2016, I had bariatric weight loss surgery. Specifically, I had a procedure known as an “Omega Loop” or “Mini Bypass”. Or, if you’re of a medical bent, it’s called a Single Anastomosis Gastric Bypass. Terminology aside, the original plan was for me to have a full gastric bypass, but once the surgeon got in there he had to make an on-the-fly decision to alter the op.
Tomorrow’s a big day for me, literally and figuratively. It could be a new beginning… or the end of everything. You see, I’m checking into Auckland Hospital for bariatric surgery – a gastric bypass, to be exact. Despite the complexity of the procedure, my surgeon promises me that he’s “never lost anyone,” but had to advise me of the 1-in-1000 risk of complications. There’s a lot for him to do – staple off a section of stomach here, remove a section of intestine there, connect the remaining shorter intestine to a 1cm hole he’s creating in the remaining stomach pouch, and reconnect the original stomach further on down the intestinal tract. And he’s doing this all laparoscopically, via 4 small holes. I should be out by Sunday. Or… I’ll know what’s really on the other side – most likely nothing. But I won’t be around to care.