14 Years but SO Worth the Wait... So Far : ) - Montreal, Qc

I went through puberty at 10y/o, by the time I was in my last year of high school I was a F cup-ish (I was still struggling to find a bra that would fit properly) wearing 2 or 3 bras at the same time; that was when I first had the idea to have a breast reduction. I played every sport I could and they were just always in the way. I thought more about it and decided to wait to see if they would grow more.

My second year of college, I was glad that I did wait because I had grew another cup. But I still had the idea in the back of my mind because I was feeling mor and more objectified because of them; it wasn't the greatest feeling but I didn't dwell.
Then life shot full speed ahead and I put it off indefinitely.

Years went by and I started getting tired all the time, gaining weight uncontrollably, my memory was completely shot, not to mention a slew of other symptoms, I was feeling like a fraction of my former self.
After many doctors laughing in my face and several doctors who didn't believe my symptoms, I was finally referred to an endocrinologist.

Though I started my treatment after 2 years I was still no closer to being back to my old self. My endo then referred me to a plastic surgeon, the chief of plastic surgery no less. His thinking was that my excessive amount of breast tissue was creating more hormones then necessary in my body and therefore getting in the way of my treatment.

That's when the idea of having a breast reduction became a more concrete reality.

After an hour wait, I was finally ushered into the office where I met a resident. He asked me some preliminary questions about my general health and then checked out my breasts. He concluded that I would be a good candidate and left me saying my PS would be right in.

The door opens, not my PS but yet another resident who asks me a lot of the same questions and proceeds to check out my breasts as well. I ask him a few questions about post op shape and areola reduction; he assures me everything will be proportional. He also tells me that my PS would probably be doing a single vertical line incision, to which I was like, "I thought when they were this big you have to do an anchor incision?" He replied that it's a newer technique that they were using that would scar less. He then leaves and says that my PS would be right in.

Finally, my PS walks in, with the two previous residents and a new one. So I now have 4 sets of eyes staring at my [RS bleep], thank goodness I'm not shy and used to people gawking at my boobs. Anyways, she takes a look at my girls over, under, sides and weight all the while only addressing her residents. She informs me that they're going to have to do an anchor or T incision (should I be worried that I know a little more than her resident?) and was turning on her heels to leave before I could ask her any questions. I get her to stop for just long enough to ask if it would be covered or if there would be any fees I would have to incur...It's covered. And, what kind of wait time there would be before I could have my surgery... Years. Gulp.

So not the best consult of all time.

If it weren't for the fact that I had seen many breast reductions on some TLC or Discovery show and that she was the chief of PS that specializes in: mastectomies/ reconstructions, maxillofacial reconstruction and various hand surgeries I would have sought out another surgeon.

I was confident in her skills and after reading her RateMd ratings knew that her bedside manner was a little "unorthodox."

Anyways, I have years to wait so...

10am:

I get a call from my PS's secretary, "your surgery is booked for May 26 at Montreal's Royal Victoria Hospital, you have to stop smoking and someone will call you for your pre op."

OMG.

I quit smoking cold turkey the very next day. I was worried because I had recently crossed over the 200lb point and I was holding at 203lbs but I really wanted to lose some weight before the op. But mainly, I was soooo excited. FINALLY!