I have always had large breasts. When I was about 12, puberty struck with a vengeance, my narrow adolescent hips and flat chest were replaced by a voluptuous explosion of hips, breasts and butt almost overnight. My breasts grew so fast that they looked like I narrowly escaped a run in with Freddy Kruger. Angry red stretch marks covered every elongated square inch of my newly formed bazooka's. This was a terrible first impression, so of course I hated my breasts instantly. To me they seemed freakishly "long" and "high", my nipples curved towards the ceiling, straight up and into the eyes of any passing adolescent boy, who of course did not have the good grace not to stare openly. By the time I was 16 I was in a D-cup, 19 DDD, 25 E cup, and during one of my many "fat periods" ringing in at a very substantial H cup.
I had always fantasized about a breast reduction, but my struggle with Thyroid disease (and consequently, my weight) meant putting it off and putting it off. I had a consultation in my 20's with a renowned plastic surgeon in Banff AB, who at that time was taking referrals. She pioneered the short incision technique, a form of breast reduction that resembled a lollipop rather than the traditional "anchor". My weight however was an issue, not only affecting an ideal outcome, but also the pocket book, as I would have to pay extra to liposuction out the extra fat along my sides under the armpit. I was fat and puffy and unwell, the consequences of living so long undiagnosed with Hypothyroidism. It would be a few years until I was properly diagnosed, years more until it was regulated properly with medication, and not until 2 years ago that I found a healthy mindful way of eating that caused my health to flourish and the weight to melt off. While the weight did come off my breasts, they still are (until tomorrow that is) a "G" cup, a very flaccid, very gravity affected "G" cup. They look like they have never seen a bra in their life. Put me in a gazelle skin thong, hand me a spear, and you've got something straight out of a National Geographic Explorer magazine.
My thyroid and weight is under control (approx 133 pounds at 5ft5). I returned to University, so I have the whole spring and summer break to recuperate without having to take weeks or months off of work, and I found a plastic surgeon in Edmonton who does the short incision technique (the Banff plastic surgeon no longer takes referrals, doing strictly elective procedures at great expense).
Today I had my pre-operative appointment, which consisted of me signing some consent forms, outlining my prescriptions, medical history, and having my chest photographed. Dr. Moysa rushed in, took a quick look at my boobs, asked me if "I knew what I was getting in for" and left. Our initial meeting at the first consultation 5 months earlier in November took about 45minutes during which time he drew a diagram of the procedure both on paper and in marker on my chest. He outlined the risks, going over every concievable drawback or adverse reaction. Dr. Moysa demands that his patients be well informed. For the pre-op meeting I believe he wanted to just refresh his memory by checking out the breast size and shape in preparation for tomorrow. He mentioned the "dog ears" again, which is rather disconcerting. Apparently "dog ears" are left over folds of flesh that lay beneath the breast after surgery. About 90% disappear, the other 10% need to be removed with surgical revision. when I had my consultation with Dr. Findlay in Banff 10 years ago she never mentioned anything about "dog ears". Dr. Findlay does the "short scar" or "vertical incision" as well. That is what Dr. Moysa performs, which is why I choose him and travelled from Saskatchewan to Alberta for the surgery.
After the pre-op I did a little shopping with my cousin, bought a new purse, tried to keep my mind off of the surgery. Had a beautiful dinner of salmon and salad with mixed ancient grain rice. Meals are an important consideration as you begin to reach your surgery date, or even just the decision to have surgery. It's important for you to start taking care of your body months or even years in advance. If you smoke stop smoking, if you eat sugar, quit it, sugar supresses the immune system. Cut out foods with additives and preservatives. Work out, get in shape, oxygenate your lungs, take omega 3's, switch to decaf, there are lots of organic tasty brands to choose from. I showered with teraseptic soap the night before and morning of the surgery. If you have any hairs growing around your aureole, don't pluck or pick at them, the follicle could become infected, just leave them be.
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