At long last I have an appointment with the plastic surgeon.
It’s only been 25 months since I started this process. Geesh.
And though I did post previously that I would consider reconstruction if it was in the realm of possibilities, I have to tell you that I have changed my mind. I don’t want reconstruction. I did a LOT more research since that post. Here’s what would happen. I would need skin expanders inserted to provide a skin flap. Given the technique used on the left for mastectomy, where no soft tissue remains, there is no way that an implant would work, therefore a tram flap (major surgery where my own tissue is used from my stomach area—kind of like a tummy tuck) would have to be done. Want to know more about my options? Go here: www.breastreconstruction.ca.
There are a minimum of two procedures here, regardless of implant or tram flap. I can’t do more major surgery. That’s a personal statement, not a medical one. I’m tired of major surgeries. And I’m afraid of the potential for infection. Two surgeries, two abscesses—one more serious than the other. Enough is enough. I guess I better add that any course of action I choose to do would involve surgery and, as such, any surgery poses this risk of infection.What I want to avoid is major and multiple procedures, and complications. One surgery. That’s all I’m up for.
And, as I’ve said again and again, I don’t feel defined by breasts. I’m comfortable without. And that doesn’t mean that I’m not self-conscious in situations where I am meeting and interacting with new people who are unaware of my story, because I am, it’s just that I’m content and comfortable with Vince, my friends, my family and my co-workers. It’s about people knowing and/or loving me, the person on the inside and not what I am on the outside that has mattered to me.
So, my goal in my consultation is to talk about my wings and my ridged scar. Can either be improved so that I am more comfortable? I guess I’m finally about to find out.
The date? September 23rd.