Today is finally my day. I haven't posted my story on here, but I have been reading all of yours and it inspired me to write down my story, since I am waiting until noon for my surgery anyhow. Like everybody else, my breasts started growing at a young age, and really never stopped.
I am 5'4 and 150 lbs with 36 DDD. These things are giant. I never let myself really look at them until I decided to get rid of them. I kind of just let them be there and would get embarrassed if anybody mentioned them. Now that they are on their way out, I let people see them and am more comfortable talking about them. I wanted to get a BR in High School, but hadn't ever had surgery before and felt scared. I broke my leg a few years later, had surgery and realized it wasn't too bad. Right before turning 26 and losing my parents insurance, I thought I had better quickly decide if I wanted a surgery or not. So I went to a few doctors, some took my insurance, the one I loved didn't. But I didn't care at that point, I was in love with the doctor that didn't and decided this big of a decision, I didn't care if I had to pay for it myself.
I am young with a decent job and no children, I can afford to pay for this. Plus, care credit is pretty incredible and same with student tax returns. ;) I saw the doctor in December and finally called and booked my appointment in March and now is the big day. It's all I have been able to talk about for the past few weeks so I am sure my friends and family members are ready for me to get this over with. Most people have been supportive but a lot of people have been telling me that I was 'blessed' but I definitely don't feel that way. My boyfriend really doesn't want to talk about it, but he told me he understands why I want to it, so will support me and take care of me. I wasn't too stoked on that. Everybody here seems to have amazing husbands that would do anything for them. Luckily, I have an amazing roommate and he would do anything for me, and if the boyfriend doesn't see that this is a positive then he's crazy.
The reasons why I finally decided. I recently made it in the 'business world'. I have to wear business clothes, and make sure people are doing what they are supposed to be doing. I have realized that since I am not completely confident with my body, sometimes I worry about being in front of people and feel self conscious. I want to continue moving up in the business world, and I feel this surgery will help me feel more like I belong and will be taken more seriously. I cover my tattoos when I am dressed business casual ;) My parents are very supportive and have helped with the cost a little bit as well. They also think this is the best decision but never knew how to tell me.
My surgery is scheduled today at noon. I stopped drinking liquids this morning at 5:00am. I have cleaned my house. I am starting to get the things that I will need to be at arms length. I am going to go buy a few last minute things that I might not want to retrieve from the store when I am in pain. And then it will be time. I am starting to panic a lot. Last night I couldn't sleep at all. I know it's the right choice, but I am a pansy with pain. I remember waking up from my leg surgery and being in the most unbearable pain I have ever been in in my entire life. Luckily, my doctor told me that my leg surgery is an 8 on a medical pain scale and this surgery is only a 6. So I survived the 8, I can survive the 6! And, honestly, I can't remember the pain from the leg surgery-- just that I was in pain! So I need to toughen up. It's only a few more hours to go. The doctor has been incredible so far. I feel very comfortable with him. Plus he went to the same high school and the same college as me. Obviously not at the same time! I grew up with his nephews as well which has made me feel comfortable and safe with this particular doctor. I can't wait to see the results. Is the pain worth it?!