31yo. 2 Kids. Ddd to Hopefully Small C - Scottsdale, AZ

Well... I'm nervous as can be. I just got the approval from my insurance company yesterday as medical necessity. Gasp. I was sure they'd balk and deny. I admit, I cried.... After I sat in shock for 20 minutes reading and rereading until the words actually sunk in. My husband asked what the letter said and I read him the line as if reading a headline from the newspaper. I looked at him and registered a look of happiness on his face. I realized I should probably be smiling too, but I was wholly numb. It felt as if my brain had receded as far into my body as it could go and as a result my skin, every inch of it, had fallen asleep at once.

Slowly I came back into myself as the full gravity of the letter untangled my shocked brain. A tear leaked from the corner of my eye and I could feel my hands again. I looked at my husband, my throat suddenly dry, and choking back a sob, asked if I had read those words correctly. I handed him the letter and he scanned the black and white sheet quickly. Smiling, he folded the page into the original thirds and confirmed. He held up his hand for a high five and I slowly raised my own to meet his.

Later that evening I reopened the page, scanning it with less shock and more calmly than before. I noticed that there was a date approved along with the surgery.

November 30th.

Holy cow! That is so soon! I expected December, maybe January. Today is the 9th. Which means that in exactly 3 weeks I will be in an OR, my breast tissue being exhumed finally alleviating my back of all the torture and torment it has caused me since I was around 16 years old. I'll be smaller than I can ever remember being. (it seemed I woke up overnight with a D chest when I was 13)

I am currently overwhelmed and unbelievable grateful, as well as insanely nervous. I've not once had surgery, nor broken bones. I have two children, but don't remember the pain of childbirth. So I find myself questioning if the post - op pain is going to destroy me. I'm a wussy when it comes to pain.

But I guess it is a necessary evil to trade momentary pain for less pain overall with backaches and migraines.

A medically necessary evil, as per Blue Cross.

Spoke to the awesome schedule lady today and set the date for my Pre-Op and Surgery. Nov 24th/Dec 3rd respectively. My Christmas present is to be the Grinch for Christmas. But instead of a heart three sizes too small, I'll have a chest 3 sizes just right. Alright!

Ps. I'll post photos tomorrow :)

Yeah so here's the ladies as they are now.