T:cry:hanks everyone, your warm comments are very welcome. Thank you wholeheartedly.
However things are not going at all well.
last week I received a letter, (yes in a letter) I was informed that my liver biopsy showed that i am in the last stage of liver failure. I am at the stage where i should be yellow apparently. This is non- alcoholic failure please may I add.
Getting this letter felt like a joke, earlier that day I was so upset and emotionally broken I was thinking- things cant get worst at least. Then this letter appeared.
I spent the next couple of days trying to convince myself that this was more incentive to keep on track. But that didn't work.
I lost 4.5 lbs last week! yey!
This week i have put on 4lbs.
A gain is terrifying. I know how it happened, I lost it for 2 days. I can only blame a lack of self control, me ending my long term relationship and trying to come to terms with it, The aforementioned letter and the time of the month. All these things combined just broke me.
I have been in a state of darkness. I just don't see why bother the time of the surgical team and go for this new op date. My new date is 3rd of September.
If my liver isn't smaller then once again the op will not happen.
I do not think I could handle that again. That feeling will never leave me.
the nurse told me I can push the date to october if I feel I really need to.
I return to uni at the end of September, I live in halls as uni is very far from home. I know for sure I cant keep up this diet while at uni. It just wont happen.
I also have the letter to face up to, the letter told me that substantial weight loss (and get snappy about it) is the only chance of saving my liver.
So those things tell me I need to go for the September date.
I am in a state of constant fear and shame. Of everything that goes in my mouth. I cried over the worry of cucumber yesterday. Its stupid isn't it.
I need this operation to happen. I need to have it over with so soon. I cant keep up with this level of stress.