• Mathura Hawley

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Updated: Aug 2, 2021


My entire midsection had been cut open all the way around my waist so that two buckets of extra skin could be removed that I no longer needed after losing 150 pounds."

I was half awake and vomiting into a pail, a nurse's hands on the back of my neck holding my head up. "Mr. Hawley, wake up, wake up," she repeated over and over. I heard it but couldn't respond because it felt like a dream, and her voice was loud but seemed far away. I would vomit, become more conscious, then fade out again, then hear her nervous words. I don't know how long it went on, as I was waking up from a heavy anesthetic used to put me under for six hours of surgery. My entire midsection had been cut open all the way around my waist so that two buckets of extra skin could be removed that I no longer needed after losing 150 pounds. When I woke up again, I was in a recovery room and could barely breath through the too-tight bandage I had around my middle. "Can you loosen this bandage?" I asked a male attendant, who jumped up after hearing my first words. "Oh man, no," he said, pulling down my blanket, pointing. "That's your skin. You're going to have to learn to walk all over again. Didn't the doctor tell you that?"


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