Sunday night there were thousands of “What Ifs?” running through my mind. We got up Monday morning and got dressed. Of course with the funny in me, I decided to wear my Mickey Mouse panties. Hey, you gotta laugh, right?
We got to the doctor’s office and I had all of my paperwork completed. I’m anal like that. I did all of my homework, knew my terminology, knew how the surgery was performed. I think the office staff appreciated that. The first thing we did was sit down with the doctor. I know this doctor and I feel comfortable with him. So of course when he asked me what brought me to him this morning, I replied very seriously, “Well, doctor. My breasts aren’t big enough. I want to go bigger. I’m thinking 800 cc’s in each?” Can we just say that the look on his face was priceless, especially since I had a low cut shirt on which was showing my already well endowed chest.
Once the laughing subsided and we all felt much better and at ease, I set him straight on my situation. He went over the procedure with me (which I’m so glad I did my homework because I could follow along). He told me of the benefits of a breast reduction such as able to move and/or exercise much better, less pressure hanging off my chest, pressure off my shoulders, neck and back with better posture and those pesky bra strap indentations would be gone.
The doctor also went over the complications of surgery. There could be several things that could happen: infection, nipple sensation and/or nipple loss, bleeding, scarring – a lot of scarring – and both sides might not be even, just to name a few.
Yes there was a *lot* of information given to you at once and yes I’m so glad that I had already educated myself enough to know this information. Had I not, it would have been like running into a brick wall full force. And of course, me and Jim had already discussed all of this information beforehand so he was also fully educated. I did my best before our consult date in describing everything to Jim. I think this really helped.
Then came the fun part. The nurse weighed me and took my measurements. Now being 5’9″, I carry my weight very well – even the nurse said that – yay me for height. After this part, we went to an examining room where I undressed from the waist up. This is where you should insert the oh dear God help us all moment. The ultimate reveal! And note to doctor offices: women are in your office for a reason. The skimpy ’tissue sheet’ that you give us to cover up is ridiculous. Do you really think I’m going to be able to wrap that kleenex around my ample chest? Really?
So I just covered my chest with the tissue – there was no way it was wrapping around these delinquents called my breasts. So we waited a few minutes and the doctor and nurse came back into the room. IF you have any feelings of not being naked in front of doctors, get over it. At this point, you are going to be felt up, moved, pushed, folded, measurements will be taken of your breasts and yes pictures will be taken of your before breasts. Sighs. Breathe.
I wasn’t embarrassed. I wasn’t even really uncomfortable. I was kind of mellow. I knew this had to be done. And hey, this guy that is having to use TWO hands to hold up one of my breasts is a professional. Thank goodness for that. Shaking my head. Yes, they are that huge.
Now measurements. This is a guide that doctors relate to in measuring breasts. Now class let’s get out our measuring tapes. This is the fun part. Measure from your collarbone down to your right nipple. This should be somewhere between 19-21 cm. Now do your collarbone down to your left nipple. Again, this should be somewhere between 19-21 cm. Every single woman or man for that matter has breasts that are not the same. You’re not the only one. Anything you have two of will not be the same. Some are awfully close but for the most part, not the same because they are separate. Follow me so far?
I have known since I sprouted breasts at age 11 that mine were extremely uneven. Breasts came in and then proceeded to swan dive straight down – I never had firm high perky girls. EVER. So for 37 years I have been carrying around uneven breasts that I would say had their own separate zip code and I wasn’t lying.
I’m going to share with you my measurements. I want to keep this blog as honest and open as possible for anyone else looking for help and thinking they are the only one – you’re not. I also want to express that this surgery is not something I just woke up to one day and said, “Oh, it’s a great time for a breast reduction”. This breast reduction is something I really need medical wise. After speaking with the plastic surgeon today about some masses in my left breast which are being watched by my regular doctor (which will be removed upon surgery) and my current problems, even he agreed that it is medically necessary.
My measurements, left breast 42 cm and right breast 47.5 cm.
With that being said, after taking my measurements and recording them the doctor said those words that every single woman wants to hear. “You will be perky afterwards”. I think I might have cried. Is it really too much to comprehend that I can look like something I’ve never had? At this point, I have my breasts for so long that I can even imagine what they would look like gone and replaced with something so much more manageable. It was a little too much for me actually. After the appointment, I had to go get some bloodwork. After that, I had to take a nap. I’m still kind of shocked of the what can be. No, I don’t have a price yet. They are to call me sometime today/tomorrow with a price. After a commitment on a price, then a date can be scheduled.
So friends that is where we are right now. I will keep you updated with information. I appreciate all of the cards, texts and calls I’ve received – thank you so much! You really know how to make a girl feel loved ❤