Ok, not quite yet, but I made the big step of making an appointment with a plastic surgeon to get these back-killers and shoulder-destroyers off of my chest. I go for The Big Appointment on Halloween 2008. I seriously can’t wait. I’m excited and nervous and scared all at the same time. Luckily, my orthopedist (for my bum shoulder) said he’d back me up with the surgeon to prove that it’s a medical necessity, so that should help with insurance. The surgeon I’ll be using was highly recommended, and is actually in one of our local hospitals and I won’t be further than 5 miles or so from home. I’m really hoping the surgery can be done before the New Year. I’m worried that our new insurance (starting January 2009) won’t cover a breast reduction surgery by considering it a pre-existing condition.
That said, I’m scared to death of surgery. The only surgeries I’ve had have been getting my wisdom teeth extracted and a tonsillectomy. I guess I’m finally just sick of the pain more than I’m afraid of surgery. I’m afraid of the anesthesia. I’m afraid of the following pain. I’m afraid of dying from complications during surgery, and not being around to raise my girls because of it. Hell, I’m afraid of leaving the cats because I’m the one that cares for them and feeds them and keeps their vet appointments, let alone doing the same for the kids ha ha.
I’d love to hear some personal success stories. I’m looking to go from a 48-DD to a nice little B cup. If you have a scary story, please temper it with some common sense. If you can’t be supportive, and choose to be critical of my decision, I don’t want to hear it. This is a surgery I need, literally, to ease back and shoulder pain. The fact that it will boost my self-esteem and help my appearance is merely a bonus. I was cursed with these monstrosities due to pregnancy and nursing. Instead of reducing back to their normal size when pregnancy and nursing were over with, they remained DD. That simply isn’t healthy for my height and frame. It’s not natural for me, and it’s actually rather painful and emotionally distressing. So again, if you have nothing but criticism for not “accepting what God gave me” then I suggest you keep it to yourself. God also gave me the choice to call a surgeon to have this health issue taken care of. So there.