posted Wednesday, 12 December 2007
Whenever I tell someone that I'm having surgery, they ask "surely, this must be the last one?" I never quite know how to react to that question. If I go in thinking "this is the last one and I am DONE", then I open myself up for heart-renching disappointment if I wind up needing yet another. So instead, I keep my sights set short... "this is one step closer to being done" and I leave it at that.
On Dec 12, I was back in with Dr Singer to try to adjust the symmetry in his new creation. If it was just a question of how things looked, perhaps I would have just let it go... but it was uncomfortable - I couldn't wear a bra (the elastic or worse yet, underwire, would cut into me because the left side and right side were off-centered by ~1 inch).
So Dr Singer was going to go in, put in a couple rows of heavy sutures underneath the left side to lift it up and possibly swap out the implant for a slightly smaller one (which he did).
He wound up doing more work in there than he initially expected and I woke up with one of my favorite surprises: a drain in my left armpit. Awesome.
But I nearly cried when two days later I saw the results. While it will never be perfectly symmetrical (who is anyways?), I no longer looked deformed and lopsided. This was my first view of something that was highly resemblant of a woman. While I often look back and question my decisions to pursue reconstructive surgery, it makes the past two years seem worth it.
Was this the last one? Only time will tell (we need to see how this heals and there is still the question of nipple reconstruction). But I'm ok with that.
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