I'll be 65 in 2 months and I'm an African American...
If you knew me you'd inevitably, at some point, be invited to my home. If you were to come visit me, I'd show you around our home and share with you the story behind how we found each of the neat pieces of art, cultural items, and interesting touchable things when we travel, then use to decorate our home. One of my brothers said of our home "Everywhere you look there's eye candy!" You and I would eventually explore the master suite with its spacious bathroom we recently redecorated, incorporating bamboo we harvested from our backyard and beautifully carved South American wood statuettes of women with long dreadlocks. Then we'd arrive at my walk - in closet, and you'd probably comment that its an oddly shaped, but big closet. Nice enough. Full of clothes. Clothes you've never seen me wear, you'd say! Why haven't you seen those clothes on me? Because my body has gotten away from me. I've been pregnant 5 times in my life and have given birth to 4 sons, all grown men now, but as a result, my body is truly out of control.
Why am I paying $60 for one bra...one that is "constructed", that can stand vertically on its own? Geez! When did my tummy start to melt down the front of me??? How did I get these deep grooves in my shoulders? Why have I lost the ability to hold a pen and write with my right hand though both a hand specialist and a neurologist can find nothing wrong with it? Could those deep shoulder grooves implicate a pinched nerve that extends down my right arm to my hand?
Because...my body has gotten away from me. I've lost control of it, and I plan to take the reins back!
You've heard young mothers talk of getting their pre-pregnancy figures back by visiting a plastic surgeon? The cosmetic industry has a very popular set of procedures called a "Mommy Makeover". Well. Look out! Because today's "granny" is concerned about her figure too. Granny has a Bucket List. Granny has beaches to comb, mountains to hike in spandex shorts, meetings to lead, and cruise ship swimming pool decks to walk across in front of hundreds of fellow cruisers. Nowadays "Granny" isn't synonymous with "invisible". And Granny CAN take charge of her figure again. With a little help.
No more bras constructed like padded armor. No more leggings topped with artistic and clever big shirts. And no more deleting pics my hubby takes of me unless I'm fully facing his camera (i.e. no side body-shots). I'm going to take charge of my figure again and wear the other 80% of my closet. I, and a very artistic board certified plastic surgeon, am going to conduct the first ever "Granny Takeover" - a breast reduction and a tummy tuck, with liposuction in both areas.
Awwwww! You Ladies Are Women Who Run With The Wolves!
Well, I got in trouble with the admin of this website - you can see my replies below have been removed. I write about my journey on my blog for boomer and senior women and they don't want me to mention my blog's website address here. But, it's too time consuming to write here AND for my blog so I'll have to limit my posts here.
At this point, pre-op, I would say the biggest thing I've learned is this: yes, get at least 3 PS consults...shop around. BUT! I thought the most important criteria were "Is he/she board certified?" and "Are his/her initial consultations free?". But I learned that even though the consult may be free to me, several doctors billed my insurance for it. Another thing is - I plan to pay for my surgery with Care Credit using their "no interest" option. I plan to choose 24, 36 or 48 months with no interest. But each PS finance person has different options. Some only offer 6 months no interest! So if I had to do it again, I 'd first talk to the PS financing person and ask IF they accepted Care Credit, and if so, what's the longest period I can finance with no interest. THEN I would ask the insurance person in the PS's office, whether they will bill my insurance for the "free" consult. THEN I would ask to speak to the appointment desk.
Just my 2 cents worth. Hope this helps someone.
Searching for The One.....
When looking for The One - the plastic surgeon you're going to trust (because you're entrusting your life to this person) and depend on (to help you reshape your body and to follow you for up to a year as your transformation evolves) - FIRST, I discovered through trial and error, I had to "qualify" him or her.
I picked surgeons from the list of Board Certified Plastic Surgeons on my health insurance website (which isn't always perfectly up to date). I spoke with the finance person in their office first - to see whether they accepted Care Credit and if so, could I finance for 24, 36 or 48 months? Then I asked the surgeon's insurance clerk whether they would bill my insurance for the initial consultation which was supposed to be "free"...I learned the common practice is its only "free" to me. Finally, I searched the internet for lawsuits in which the surgeon was involved and read the outcome. If all went well up to that point, I made an appointment for a consultation. So were free to me, some I paid for.
OMGosh. PS#1 (the first plastic surgeon I consulted) was witty, charismatic, a little cocky, and per what I read about him on the internet, VERY thorough, very supportive and had that right mix of surgeon and artist I was looking for (most surgeons have "before and after" pictures posted on their website). About that time, I attended a party, ran into a surgical nurse and I asked her about plastic surgeons in town, PS#1 included. She confirmed everything I'd heard and read about him. However, he was SO thorough he took 8 hours to perform a TT (tummy tuck) and applied THREE layers of stitches to bring the stomach muscles together. Other surgeons took 3-4 hours. Hmmm.
PS#2 was old school. He came from a long line of physicians and his sons were physicians as well. He struck me as distant, regimented, a bit chauvinistic...ex. he reprimanded his female assistant who was in the examination room with us because she attempted to answer my question for him. He only warmed up when I let him know I had read his resume and asked him questions about his background. Hmmmm.
PS#3 was professional yet really easy to relate to - everyone I encountered in his office was as well. He came from a family of physicians and his primary focus was the kind of work I wanted done.
PS#4 was really polished, professional, smooth, thorough and wanted me to begin a natural herb regimen with an herbalist and lose 10 lbs before we go into surgery. I wondered whether he got a kickback from the herbalist... Then I learned he actually was not a preferred provider with my insurance. Hmmm.
The above part of my search took about 2 and one half months. I would have loved it if friends or relatives could refer me to surgeons but so few of my friends had used a plastic surgeon and no relatives live locally. So...I chose PS#3 as The One.
Next, we plan the surgery.
My Granny Takeover Date for the "Perkie and Flat Side"
My PS's assistant and I clear the insurance, I tell her my financial plan and we set the date for my surgery: September 27th. Next, is the pre-operation consultation.
Oh. Oh. I've seen soooo many before and after pictures on the internet of women of all shapes and sizes, many whose body looked exactly like mine. I prefer the "look" of women who've elected to have breast implants along with their breast reduction. But I don't think I want anything foreign in my body. So we decide upon a target size that will serve to alleviate my neck and back pain but not destroy my life long self-image as a "busty" woman.
Then my PS reviews the football shaped incision he'll make above and below my navel, which I'm well familiar with, having watched videos of the surgery on the internet performed by other surgeons. We discuss where I'd like him to perform liposuction and what I can expect immediately after surgery.
Next his assistant has me "sign my life away", gives me written instructions for the day before surgery as well as post-operation instructions, and sends me home.
Over the next week right up until today I notice the emotional roller coaster. Some days I'm fine. The next couple of days I feel anxious and I tell myself I can cancel at any time. The next few days I feel my decision to have cosmetic surgery is...frivolous. Vain. Reckless, even. Who do I think I am, wanting to look better at age 64? I answer my Self and calm down. Then anxiety creeps in again.
Thank goodness I have things to attend to which distract me...an Alaskan cruise with a longtime friend who is celebrating her 68th birthday...managing a festival I've been planning for almost a year...another trip to witness one of my sons Naval retirement ceremony. And prayer. Much prayer. My date with the "flat side" (as in flat tummy) and renewed perkiness approaches. I haven't canceled yet.
Only 3 more days.........EEEK!
Sooo many women mentioned that they've already gethered all their supplies. I have Hibiclens to shower with starting tomrrow until sx day and I know I'm supposed to purchase some large shields to protect the sheets on my bed or recliner, but what else should I consider gathering?
2 Days Pre-op...it's 4:06am and I've Got That Throat Pain Again!
I think I'll take that RS members advice and ask Dr to call in a Valium Rx in the morning. Perhaps anxiety is causing some reflux in my esophagus? And of course Im wide awake now, typing this into the tiny bright screen of my iPhone!
Geez! I wonder if the younger women have to deal with this, the MM (mommy makeover) women. Lol. Could be another reason why GT (granny takeover) journey is just a bit different!
The first ever Granny Takeover is tomrrow at 9am!
I'm ready. Well, I mean, I've taken a valium to take the edge off. I've carried on a running dialogue with God, and, yes, I've been careful to keep my ears open.
I've pulled weeds in my garden for 3 hours in 90 degree, sunny weather. I've cleaned my kitchen, dusted my living room, dust mopped my hard wood floors, feed my dogs a bowl of their favorite food, changed my bed sheets and repotted 3 plants together with my husband. I've showered twice with Hibiclens, paying particular attention to those areas of my body that will sustain wounds. And I've washed, oiled and braided my hair. So. I'm ready.
I'm ready to take back my body from the life changes it has withstood: from 5 pregnancies, 4 births and one abortion; from nursing my grinning, toothy, happy baby boys; from gaining 40 pounds in 30 years; from enjoying Nutter Butter Peanut Butter cookies with ice cold milk when my heart was broken or my pride was wounded.
I want to say "Thank You" to everyone who assured me that I "looked good for 64", because I really did appreciate being told that. I'm a size 14 misses, and, as I've said to many people, I'm satisfied with that because my goal was to not...let me just come out and say it...look like my mother did when she was 64. I learned a lot of wonderful, useful traits from my Mom, like resourcefulness, resiliency, and assertiveness. Mom was amazing. She'd get up in the morning and say to me and my 2 brothers, 'Let's go to New York." And we did. Drove there in her white Ford Falcon. We 4 had a blast. And she did it with less than $60 and a credit card. In fact, Mom gave herself a trip around the world with very, very little in her purse. But, she also taught me to keep up my appearance as long as I could, because she didn't. Mom grew round and matronly very quickly from overeating and being sedentary. Right after her last boyfriend, as a matter of fact.
So in the morning, my board certified plastic surgeon and I will help me alleviate the neck and back pain my heavy breasts gift me. Then we'll eliminate my no-longer-needed kangaroo pouch - you know, if you stand behind me and reach around to my front and grab my kangaroo pouch, it will fill up both your hands. And if you push the 2 sides together, it looks exactly like a baby's butt. I digress again. We'll pull my tummy muscles back together and sew them there so they won't separate again for years. The result? A firm, flat tummy, perky breasts and access to the other 80% of the wardrobe in my closet.
I'm ready to be, as women patients say in the plastic surgery world, on the perky and flat side. I'm excited. And I'm actually looking forward to joining the several senior women who have "come out" to me and shared their plastic surgery experiences since I started sharing my journey. Sometimes their journey began with weight loss surgery. Sometimes it began with corrective facial surgery. But, however they journey, I agree it feels really good to be strong enough and brave enough to take the steps to change ourselves for the better. As a wise plastic surgery patient from St. Louis recently said on her RealSelf.com blog post, "There is no shame in wanting to look as good as we feel."
And I'm ready.
Post-op Day 3
Oh....My....God............oh God.....I have never...
So why have I had such a difficult time?! I'm not a wimp - its been, albeit, 23 years since my last surgery, but I *have* undergone both a c-section and a hysterectomy. But this!
My PS assistant told me the surgery and the 2-3 days of pain were nothing compared to the 4-6 weeks of...and she hesitated to find a word..."discomfort" after that. OMG. I don't know if I can even describe what I felt days 4, 5 and 6. I've never NOT had at least *some* stamina. Never. Post op days 4, 5 and 6 what little stamina I did have would dissolve instantly. 4 minutes into a phone conversation I'd have to say "I'm sorry, I have to go" and nearly hang up on ppl.
I had no appetite days 3 through 9. I KNEW I had to eat. My stomach growled but when I considered even my fav foods, I was revulsed. I could bare ly mash up one tablespoon of something in my mouth. I asked my hubby to buy me chocolate Ensure to sip.
Everything tasted and smelled metallic! Things that normally smelled and tasted fine were like metal. One night my hubby took a hot bath with one of his usual bath oils, our bedroom filled with this thick overpowering smell and I thought I was going to freak out! Already breathing very shallowly because of this cg around my midriff, I was clawing for air. I thought I need to calm myself down so I took a half a Valium, which relaxed me but made my breathing seem even more shallow. Thank goodness my hubby has skipped those oil baths since.
Days 5 and 6 I superficially regretted doing this. I wished I could snap my fingers and go back to pre surgery. Almost each day I heard from my PS assistant, Stacey. I reported all the things that were happening. She assured me they were all within the normal range: the swelling in odd places, low grade fever, no appetite, my drainage bulbs deflated on their own (she suggested we tape the lids on), weird dreams from the drugs, shallow breathing, all of it. I didn't want to go to my post op on day 7 for fear of simply whining the entire time.
But THEE worst part was trying to sleep, and trying to move.
Stamina gone. More later.
Slept better last night, but fought urge to problem solve
I decided to purchase a walker today at WalMart. My lower back feels as though it's going to explode outward each day. I want one with an included seat so I'll always have a seat handy when I go shopping - which I did for the first time yesterday! Yay!! Any body else cave in to a walker because of back pain from bending over when walking around?
I'm so sick of wearing this...what do you call it? A CG? G is for garment? What's the C for? Anyway. I understand the need to wear it - it gives stability to my tummy when I cough or sneeze (I swear I busted an internal stitch on day 5), shapes my torso, helps further flatten my tummy. But I'm short waisted by 3 inches - my legs are longer by about 3 inches. So the top of the cg presses into my new tits, kinda right at the incision underneath if I pull it down. But it rises right back up because the cg bottom hits right where my leg bends at the hip so it rubs on my incision. My solution for that this morning? We cut an inch and a half off the garment where it rests just under my boobs. Fits much better, isn't unraveling as my husband predicted, and is still doing the job. Yay! Yay!
I'm so proud. I took a shower all by myself yesterday. Still a little scary though. When I take off this surgical bra, which really looks like it does nothing, I begin to feel a sensation in my breasts that feels just like they're about to lactate plus they begin to feel heavy. My PS employed something he calls an internal bra within the BR he did for me. I gotta tell you, ladies. They are obscenely perky. I feel guilty because in the exam room during my post op...did I tell you this already?....Stacey was snipping and pulling out stitches, my hubby was sitting watching her, I was sitting mostly upright on the exam table angled toward a mirror to my left, and Dr comes into the room for the first time. He sits to wait for Stacey to finish and he says "Yep, nice 'n perky." I said "But they get in the way when I lower my chin. Stacey says "But just wait 'till they finish rounding out and get their final beautiful shape." PS says "But aren't they great that way instead of droopy?". And I said
"They're kinda embarrassingly perky." with a sheepish, kinda bewildered slight smile. Hubby says "Looks like she's 18." I said " I didn't look like this at 18. I looked like this at 12. We all laughed. I said "By the time I was 18, I could already get 3 pencils under each breast!". Hahahaha. Y'all remember when women were condemned if 3 pencils could be held in place by your tata back in the 60s? Oh yeah, women were supposed to tuck in booties then too. Oh! How far we've come!
We had a great time with my "reveal" in my PS office. But I just couldn't bring myself to compliment my PS because that was PO day 7, remember, and I had just suffered through days 4, 5 and 6 and I was just so uncomfortable I couldn't be generous to him. I think he knew though, because he patted me on my arm in an understanding way as we left. I'll be better to him next time.
Okay Ladies - Im still very very swollen but here goes
I did this because Im a newly-wed 4 yrs, an empty nester and have a full life ahead of me. I weighed 188 Pre-op, 180 this morning and Im 5'6", unless I've begun to shrink as I've aged.
Dr David Godat in Dallas is the perfect combination for me of medical competency and artistry. He and his staff are professional but very down to earth, approachable. I have no reservations about recommending him, especially for us more mature women with special needs.
My hips are still very swollen, as you can see. So keeping all that in mind, "here I is y'all!"
Oh, I forgot to add....
I AM SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!
I pulled on an old Flexees high waisted panty girdle (no legs). It's too long from crotch to bottom of my surgical bra, but it sure beats that cg!
So what do you post op TT and BR ladies suggest I use? What's worked for you? I still need to use a Spanx type level of compression, but I'm short waisted. I love the idea of this Flexees high waisted waist nipper but I need one that's about 3 inches shorter from crotch to top.
I also have 2 full body Spanx thingies - they're like swimsuits, but I don't know if I should where that type garment over my new BR....?
I also thought of a plain waist nipper (kinda like the cg but shorter from bottom to top).
Oh! I just remembered I also have 2 of those Spanx that have a cut-out for your bra, and it goes down to 2-3 inches below your waist. You know, those are comfy but they always roll up from the bottom if I'm not wearing them over full cotton panties!
Grrrrr!!!! Somebody need to create shape wear for short waisted ppl. Wait! Maybe that translates to petite shape wear. I used to wear a PXL size blouse pre sx because they're made for shorter waisted women. I'll do an Internet search for petite shape wear! Yeah! Dat's da ticket!
Gosh I'm so happy! I love this website because y'all who have gone before me just keep reminding me to be patient and things get better with time, and it does. There were many times I needed to hear that, you know. I mean I new it intellectually but I still needed to be told.
Another week or two and I'll be able to walk standing straight up. I'm sooooo looking forward to that milestone now.
Lightening bolts in my tits are driving me CRAZY!!!!!
4 weeks post op and decided to go back to a little Norco
All the lipo spots are still just as sore as 3 weeks ago. I read here that some ppl massage them and relief comes over time. I'll ask my PS about that Tuesday. I also still have 3 burning spots in my tummy. Thought the drains caused them but they're long gone so don't know.
Have 5 spots that are slow to heal on my TT incision. they are, as some women here have advised me, slooooowwwwly getting better. I won't use peroxide on them anymore - an RN RS member here told me its too harsh. So we went back to just a little Neosporin then covered them with these wound care products hubby found at Walgreens that seem to work pretty well - protects the wound from my clothing rubbing it, yet allows a little air to get to the wound.
My breast healed up quite nicely, thank God. I saw some women who's breast had slow to heal spots like my TT incision - that would be scary.
Oh! I am shedding dead skin like a snake! My breats, arms, legs, midriff, butt. I mean big flakes of dead skin. I usually shed each fall when the weather changes but this is much more. Somebody said its due to the anesthesia...? Another part of the process, huh?
Well, let's see, what else. Oh. Still swollen across my lower tummy and at each end of my TT incision. Has gone down considerably and the humps are no longer warm to the touch but are tender. I'm still very numb across the surface of my belly too. Feels weird. My bb is a scab still. I expect to find a huge scab laying in my panties any day now - hope I remember it's from my bb.
Have 2 old school Spanx that I love wearing as my compression garment. Went out shopping today to buy 2 more but apparently this style isn't available anymore. They're like bathing suit. The current bathing suit version is very different in the bust area. Mine are 100% Lycra including the bust. These new ones are not Lycra in the bust area. Seems they'd flatten the bust out so I didn't buy any.
Here are some pics I took this week. All in all I'm feeling much better than 2 weeks ago...more stamina, appetite is back (oh ooo
Oops! Posted before I intended to!
Well, I think that's my update. I'll add those pics now....if I can. Tapped Add Photo but nothing happened....
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It's 504 am and PAIN woke me and
I feel a burning sensation in 3 places on my belly, deep inside. Sometimes it builds to a sharp crescendo then slowly fades away. Sometimes comes right back. Sometimes comes back in a couple hours.
I feel a general achiness and itching in my flanks, across my back and love handles areas, all the liposuction areas.
This has been going on for 5 weeks but worse the last two. Today Im 5 weeks post op. intellectually I know tissue is connecting and healing in my breasts. Nerve endings are reconnecting in them. I know liposuction leaves tunnels that the CG collapses and the areas must heal. I know the MR in my tummy takes several months to heal and flatten.
But knowing all that doesn't stop the pain.
Ibuprofen 800 mg tabs, 500 mg Alleve, 650 mg Tylenol. Nothing works. I only have 3 Vicodin left. I have to save them for trying days. Like yesterday. I took one so I could record a radio voice over then do a film audition in relative comfort. When breast pain broke through the Vicodin relief, I find a way to cradle my breasts inconspicuously in the studio.
In time this will all subside and I can enjoy my new breasts and greatly reduced tummy. But right now.... I have to lay here in my recliner and listen to my husband snore (since he's chosen to not use his C-pap machine tonight). Oh great. He farted. Now is a good time for me to move to another bedroom so I can whimper aloud, hold my breasts and feel sorry for my gorgeous new bodied self. OMG.
Post shower and all greased up!
New swimsuit and vaca will cheer me up!
3 months/13 weeks post op - Tramadol is STILL my Friend!!!
Coming up on 4 mos post op Jan 27th. UPDATE
But that makes sense. It took me a year to recover from each birth. I remember that late in my pregnancies I felt what seemed like my pelvis expanding and stretching. And post birth, at around 10 or 11 months, I felt my pelvis contracting, tightening up. I came to realize that was the sign I was healed from childbirth. So looking back on this experience, being "sliced, diced and sucked" as in a TT, BR and lipo, and studying the progress of my pain subsiding, It's safe to say the downward spiral of discomfort will take several more months.
I recall the hospital physician coming into my room, looking down at me and saying You had quite a bit of work done, young lady. In pain, waiting for the nurse to bring morphine, I thought No s#*t Sherlock, but I said aloud Yes, I did, while smiling sweetly and sheepishly. I knew I was taking on a lot at 64 years of age. But I knew my body and I had faith. And my PS vetted my medical history really well.
When I visited my PS last week I shared with him what I was still experiencing that required me to take 50mg of tramadol each morning and 25mg at night: zingers in my breasts, very painful nipple surges, pain in my BR incisions when I changed my position relative to the ground in any direction, pain and burning in the ends of my TT incision when I tried to shift or turn in bed. Only the lipo'd areas in my back and sides were less tender. He said That's nerve regeneration. Tramadol won't help with that. I'll prescribe neurontin (I think I spelled that right) a generic for a drug that starts with a G. You can try 2 Alleve, he said, but the neurontin will help with the pain from nerve regeneration. He then said But you that's a good sign... He was referring to the nipple surges and pain. I said Yeah, I know... We both blushed. Yes, African American women blush.
And it has helped some. What my PS can't help me with is the discomfort any bra I've purchased so far causes...Genie-type bras of several brands, wired and wireless bras. Nothing is comfortable so far. Wired bras underwire presses against my BR incisions in the middle even when I try larger sizes (I.e. a 40 or 42 rather than a 36 or 38). Wireless bras give me a uniboob that really makes my breasts ache (even when I try a 2X or 3X). I walk around tugging at the middle of whatever bra I'm wearing every 3 minutes. What I need is a bra that keeps the 2 breasts separate without an underwire.
You see, when nude my breasts hang astoundingly beautifully. OMG, they're...somebody else's. But when harnessed by a bra, my right breast turns slightly leftward to the extent that the nipple doesn't rest into the point of the bra. I don't consider that a fault of the surgeon - he/she reshapes the breast to meet visual aesthetics on a plane. Perhaps someone reading this will be familiar with this phenomenon.
Aside from all that, I just cannot believe my new body, still!!! I can now wear all of the wardrobe in my closet and it all fits a helluva lot better. I was a Misses 14, a PXL, or a 1X at 194 lbs. Now at 164 lbs I'm a Misses12 and sometimes a 10, and a PL. Some things in my closet are just too big now. :)
And my new red bikini!!! I bought 2 identical tops, one is a 36DD and other a 38DDD. The 38 gives me a prettier back - yes I was lipo'd but at 65 the muscles just aren't tight. I bought 2 different red bottoms in sizes 12 and 14. I'm wearing the 12 in the picture above - I like it's little skirt effect.
As I strut around (hahaha) no one knows I'm still experiencing some discomfort. And I know that sometime this summer I'll stop and say...Gee! I don't feel any pain anymore! That is...IF I solve this bra problem!
GUESS WHAT MY HUSBAND DID!!!!
Well. My husband went to my PS, Dr. David M. Godat, and got himself a TT !!! Yeah, girl, and he looks aMAzing! I mean, he IS 66 going on 67 in April, but you know what I mean...he looks goooood to ME!
Before my sx, I took hubby with me to my 2nd consult with Dr. Godat to see if he liked him too. We all just chatted away swimmingly and Dr. was explaining how he uses Strattice, also called porcine, an altered pig skin product, to make a pocket to hold a breast implant for women with flat chests or for mastectomy patients. Hubby says Oh...well could you use that to repair a child's football-sized hernia? I got it from "seat belt syndrome" 30 years ago. I'm the sole survivor of a small aircraft crash. The seat belt severed my torso and pushed my innards through my stomach muscles and over to the right. Lately when I lift things I feel it tear a little more. Plus my back is starting to be pulled into an S curve. I don't want to have it repaired with mesh - I've read too many negative things about it on the Internet.
And with that, everybody's attention shifted from ME to my husband and his wonderfully intriguing and challenging medical issue for which an innovative surgical technique would HAVE to be applied, using an expensive but very effective solution...Strattice. (Can you FEEL my sarcasm?)
So Dr. says Let me see.... Then he says Yeah. Yeah! We can repair that. I'll need some x-rays, maybe a CAT scan... I'm going Whatever....
December 23rd my hubby had his hernia repaired and OF COURSE Dr. had to continue across his stomach and remove his round belly fat, pull the flap down and move his navel up. Et voila! A tummy tuck! No muscle repair. Men.
But seriously girls, he looks amazing. Near flatness where that round genie belly I used to rub used to be. Hmmmm. So how do I get my presents now?! Lol. Jk
Patient. Answers all my questions. Fun to talk with. Down to earth. Very approachable. Very well trained and his brother is an ob/gyn. What's important to me is medical expertise and experience coupled with artistry. Dr David Godat has those traits. I feel very comfortable with all of his staff that I've encountered so far, especially his marketing/assistant Stacey, who has been very helpful. Both Stacey and Chrissie (I believe that's her name), Dr Godat's surgical assistant, have had PS work done and can share with you what to expect both pre and post op. Plus his office staff are cross trained - you may run into Chrissie acting as receptionist. Dr Godat has beautiful offices with a wonderful view in a very new facility which includes a new hospital. Yet you don't feel like he's out of your league, so to speak, and from my research, his prices are very reasonable. I consulted with 3 other PS before selecting Dr Godat, and one of those PS appeared to want to cater to high society, wealthy ladies. Not knocking that, if you're of that socio-economic status. But my interest was more in the experience, competency and artistry at a price I felt comfortable with. I have absolutely no reservations recommending Dr Godat to you as your PS. He impressed my even more particular husband as well, and he decided to have Dr Godat take care of his side hernia and TT later this year. So Dr Godat is our family plastic surgeon.