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Before
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Showing posts with label breast reduction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label breast reduction. Show all posts
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Hello Perky!
It has been three weeks since I had the breast reduction, and of all the words that I can think of "perky" sums it up!
But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning. Chris and I went to Scarborough General Hospital on May 7 at 7:00am. I registered at the hospital and was prepaid (medical history, IV line, etc.) for Dr. Sliwin. At 8:30 I was wheeled in the the surgery room and after being drawn upon I was sedated and ..... well that is all I remember about that.
I woke up in a considerable amount of pain. On a scale of 1 - 10, I was at a 9. Morphine was on order and after being given my first injection I was still in a lot of pain. Three times the nurse gave me morphine and three times I told her that Morphine really doesn't work for me. She went and got Dr. Sliwin for a consultation but, unfortunately, he did not want to give me any other drugs. Finally, after I maxed out on the amount of Morphine I could take, I was given a bit of Demerol. Let me back track a bit. Morphine, Tylenol 3, and low doses of Demerol do nothing for me. Oxycodone, on the other hand, does wonders. However, oxycodone is highly addictive and is easily abused. Dr. Sliwin didn't want to give me oxycodone for good reason but he missed the most important point. My addiction is to food, not drugs.
Anyway, it took a few more hours until I was coherent enough to walk around and use the facilities and then I was off home. My oh my, is my bed comfy! Really, that is all I did for the next few days; slept (on my back) and took pain medication. Three days later I was taking about half of the pain medication I was prescribed and was feeling good. Tender, but good. Now I must point out here, that I was not allowed to shower. I just want you to know that after the breast reduction surgery you cannot get the incisions wet. Sponge bath, yes. Shower or bath, no. No water for a least one week.
On May 13 I saw Dr. Sliwin again. He changed the bandages, said I looked fabulous, could now take a shower and sent me on my merry way. I showered as soon as I got home. And for the first time I took a really good look at my new boobs. I must confess that I was taken aback by the amount, and colour of the bruising. Both breasts are bruised a muddy blue and there was a huge, black bruise under each arm. However, once the shock of the bruising wore off I noticed that they are perky! Small, for me, a C cup. Firm; much harder than I am use to; hard like a muscle, not soft and loose. The nipples are much smaller and, in my opinion, cute. I still seem have have a lot of sensation and am happy about this, though I was prepared for the possible loss of sensation. The incisions are big. Don't think that a surgeon's knife is fine. It is not. The scars are there and will always be there. To what degree, is really up to how my body heals. But I just thought that you should know. They are almond shaped. This is the hardest thing for me to get use to. They don't sag when my bra is off. They just kind of sit there, on the top of my chest, almond shaped and perky.
That week, still found me tender and bruised but in good spirits. I had to continue wearing a sports bra 24/7 and putting Poloysporin on the incisions three times a day. I rested, slept, healed and became bored with the television. The following Tuesday I visited Dr. Sliwin again because I thought I was developing an infection. Rather, as Dr. Sliwin explained, my body was just "pushing out" the stitches. He removed the offending stitches and told me to come back in two weeks.
Monday, May 26 I went back to work. Yes, I was sore. Yes, I was tired. Yes, I took a painkiller and slept for a few hours after I came home from work. But all in all, I am doing well. Work is becoming easier but I am still tender and and bruised. I can't really pick up heavy things or stretch to high without hurting myself. I am trying to be careful, but I am a bit impatient. Happy too! This was a good decision.
I just want to add one last note to this. I would have not been able to do any of this if it hadn't been for the support of family and friends. Most especially, my husband Chris. He has been with me every step of the way. He puts up with my helplessness, frustrations, anger, anxiety, hopes, aspirations, dreams, humour, excessive energy, and impatience. A good man is hard to find. I found one. I got lucky.
But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning. Chris and I went to Scarborough General Hospital on May 7 at 7:00am. I registered at the hospital and was prepaid (medical history, IV line, etc.) for Dr. Sliwin. At 8:30 I was wheeled in the the surgery room and after being drawn upon I was sedated and ..... well that is all I remember about that.
I woke up in a considerable amount of pain. On a scale of 1 - 10, I was at a 9. Morphine was on order and after being given my first injection I was still in a lot of pain. Three times the nurse gave me morphine and three times I told her that Morphine really doesn't work for me. She went and got Dr. Sliwin for a consultation but, unfortunately, he did not want to give me any other drugs. Finally, after I maxed out on the amount of Morphine I could take, I was given a bit of Demerol. Let me back track a bit. Morphine, Tylenol 3, and low doses of Demerol do nothing for me. Oxycodone, on the other hand, does wonders. However, oxycodone is highly addictive and is easily abused. Dr. Sliwin didn't want to give me oxycodone for good reason but he missed the most important point. My addiction is to food, not drugs.
Anyway, it took a few more hours until I was coherent enough to walk around and use the facilities and then I was off home. My oh my, is my bed comfy! Really, that is all I did for the next few days; slept (on my back) and took pain medication. Three days later I was taking about half of the pain medication I was prescribed and was feeling good. Tender, but good. Now I must point out here, that I was not allowed to shower. I just want you to know that after the breast reduction surgery you cannot get the incisions wet. Sponge bath, yes. Shower or bath, no. No water for a least one week.
On May 13 I saw Dr. Sliwin again. He changed the bandages, said I looked fabulous, could now take a shower and sent me on my merry way. I showered as soon as I got home. And for the first time I took a really good look at my new boobs. I must confess that I was taken aback by the amount, and colour of the bruising. Both breasts are bruised a muddy blue and there was a huge, black bruise under each arm. However, once the shock of the bruising wore off I noticed that they are perky! Small, for me, a C cup. Firm; much harder than I am use to; hard like a muscle, not soft and loose. The nipples are much smaller and, in my opinion, cute. I still seem have have a lot of sensation and am happy about this, though I was prepared for the possible loss of sensation. The incisions are big. Don't think that a surgeon's knife is fine. It is not. The scars are there and will always be there. To what degree, is really up to how my body heals. But I just thought that you should know. They are almond shaped. This is the hardest thing for me to get use to. They don't sag when my bra is off. They just kind of sit there, on the top of my chest, almond shaped and perky.
That week, still found me tender and bruised but in good spirits. I had to continue wearing a sports bra 24/7 and putting Poloysporin on the incisions three times a day. I rested, slept, healed and became bored with the television. The following Tuesday I visited Dr. Sliwin again because I thought I was developing an infection. Rather, as Dr. Sliwin explained, my body was just "pushing out" the stitches. He removed the offending stitches and told me to come back in two weeks.
Monday, May 26 I went back to work. Yes, I was sore. Yes, I was tired. Yes, I took a painkiller and slept for a few hours after I came home from work. But all in all, I am doing well. Work is becoming easier but I am still tender and and bruised. I can't really pick up heavy things or stretch to high without hurting myself. I am trying to be careful, but I am a bit impatient. Happy too! This was a good decision.
I just want to add one last note to this. I would have not been able to do any of this if it hadn't been for the support of family and friends. Most especially, my husband Chris. He has been with me every step of the way. He puts up with my helplessness, frustrations, anger, anxiety, hopes, aspirations, dreams, humour, excessive energy, and impatience. A good man is hard to find. I found one. I got lucky.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Here They Go ~ Literally
I have been waffling about adding this part to my blog, but I thought that, in keeping with the spirit of why I started the blog, I had better add this part. So here it is (or goes); pictures of my boobs!
This is what they look like with a bra (and camisole ~ just because I am a bit shy)
This is what they look like without a bra
The procedure, which will take about 3 hours long, will be removing about 2 - 2 1/2lbs per breast and perking them right up where they belong. The Girls will be going from a DD cup to about a C cup. There will be scars, but I am sure that I can handle that! Anything to get rid of this back pain!
Once the new boobs have settled into their permanent shape and position, I will add the before and after shots!
This is what they look like with a bra (and camisole ~ just because I am a bit shy)
This is what they look like without a bra
The procedure, which will take about 3 hours long, will be removing about 2 - 2 1/2lbs per breast and perking them right up where they belong. The Girls will be going from a DD cup to about a C cup. There will be scars, but I am sure that I can handle that! Anything to get rid of this back pain!
Once the new boobs have settled into their permanent shape and position, I will add the before and after shots!
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Is it saying goodbye?
After a very short meeting with Dr. Sliwin to discuss the upcoming breast reduction and liposuction procedures, I went to the reception desk to check over my paperwork and pay for the surgery. I knew how much it was going to cost, and in fact the amount is reasonable. I just was not prepared for the emotional shock of dishing out that much money.
A lot of the feelings that had stated bubbling up during the last closet purge came to a head and as soon as I walked out of the office, I just started to cry. I felt angry, frightened, and drained. But I'm not clear exactly what is going on with my emotions.
As I thought about it, I began to wonder if part of the grief is related to saying goodbye to the person I was. The second a scalpel cuts my flesh, I will no longer be that"fat" girl that I had finally become comfortable with. That scalpel will mark the beginning of the new me, with all that it entails.
My god. The other day a man flirted with me and I had no idea it was happening until I left the shop! In fact, other than Chris, I can't think of the last person who flirted with me. And that is exactly what I am talking about. "Fat" Tish knew what to expect, when and where it was going to happen. This current model of Tish has no idea what is going on. I am just fumbling from one moment to the next.
Shelna tells me that I am moving to fast. That I need to slow down and breathe a bit. Now, I have never been good at slowing down to begin with, regardless of size, but now, I just want these surgeries done. I don't want to wait for my body anymore. I have to much to do! I know that it all sounds pat, but I tell you it is true. I have a body that can move and do and be and damn it all I don't want to wait anymore.
So for now, I am trying to play new tapes in my head that say things like:
"you are doing the right thing"
"this is reconstructive surgery, not mindless cutting"
"you can amortize the cost of the surgery over the next 40 years of your life"
You get the idea. Now, I just hope the new tapes work!
A lot of the feelings that had stated bubbling up during the last closet purge came to a head and as soon as I walked out of the office, I just started to cry. I felt angry, frightened, and drained. But I'm not clear exactly what is going on with my emotions.
As I thought about it, I began to wonder if part of the grief is related to saying goodbye to the person I was. The second a scalpel cuts my flesh, I will no longer be that"fat" girl that I had finally become comfortable with. That scalpel will mark the beginning of the new me, with all that it entails.
My god. The other day a man flirted with me and I had no idea it was happening until I left the shop! In fact, other than Chris, I can't think of the last person who flirted with me. And that is exactly what I am talking about. "Fat" Tish knew what to expect, when and where it was going to happen. This current model of Tish has no idea what is going on. I am just fumbling from one moment to the next.
Shelna tells me that I am moving to fast. That I need to slow down and breathe a bit. Now, I have never been good at slowing down to begin with, regardless of size, but now, I just want these surgeries done. I don't want to wait for my body anymore. I have to much to do! I know that it all sounds pat, but I tell you it is true. I have a body that can move and do and be and damn it all I don't want to wait anymore.
So for now, I am trying to play new tapes in my head that say things like:
"you are doing the right thing"
"this is reconstructive surgery, not mindless cutting"
"you can amortize the cost of the surgery over the next 40 years of your life"
You get the idea. Now, I just hope the new tapes work!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Reconstructive Surgery ~ Part I
On April 30 I will be having two reconstructive surgery procedures. The two procedures that Dr. Sliwin will be doing is breast reduction and liposuction of the inner thighs. The breast reduction is just that, a breast reduction. Dr. Sliwin will be removing about 5lbs of tissue so that I will have a C cup. I was amazed at the amount of tissue that will be removed. Five pounds seems like so much. But I am very happy about it. My back is killing me!
As for the liposuction, it is the first part of a two part procedure to remove all of the excess skin from my inner thighs. The excess skin starts at the leg/hip joint and goes all the way down to my knee. I inquired why this had to be done in two steps. Apparently, if the liposuction and the skin removal was done both at the same time, the trauma from the liposuction could cause the stitches to rip and, to account for this, the surgeon could not remove all of the skin necessary for a smooth inner thigh.
I have my pre-op appointment on April 16 and will keep you up to date.
As for the liposuction, it is the first part of a two part procedure to remove all of the excess skin from my inner thighs. The excess skin starts at the leg/hip joint and goes all the way down to my knee. I inquired why this had to be done in two steps. Apparently, if the liposuction and the skin removal was done both at the same time, the trauma from the liposuction could cause the stitches to rip and, to account for this, the surgeon could not remove all of the skin necessary for a smooth inner thigh.
I have my pre-op appointment on April 16 and will keep you up to date.
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