Forgive the repetitive use of the breast graphic but stay with me for a moment while I shift your attention to my latest visit with the surgeon who will remove both my breasts. Yes, I opted for a double mastectomy, and without skipping a beat, he says, “You need to think about breast reconstruction DURING the surgery.”
I barely came to terms with the fact that my mortality is in jeopardy, never mind worrying about replacing my boobs. “Um…no, I don’t need to think about that right now,” I said.
“Well, I’m still going to send you to a plastic surgeon for a consultation,” he said.
That’s fine. I’ll go, but I’m pretty sure I’d rather focus strictly on procedures that might help me avoid dying. But on the way home, I thought about it. What if this is my opportunity to have the breasts I always wanted? Ya know, like the ones in the graphic.
and “this” involves numerous follow up visits to stretch the skin and muscle to make room for the silicone implants. So the question is: do I just wear the scars on my flat chest like a warrior, or do I put myself through a procedure that carries its own set of risks and discomfort to do the equivalent of a male comb-over? I really don’t think I want two misshapen lumps filled with a shitload of silicone. Seriously, what kind of decision is this?