Oct 16th was the big day....Toronto Goodbye 38F and hello 38C

Hey Awesome ladies,
I am having a breast reduction next month. It's feels so surreal. I have to pinch myself. It's the most amazing birthday gift for turning 50. I swear I came out of the womb needing an underwire bra. I am wondering if I will have to replace all of my tops. Mind you, I'll he reclaiming all of the ones that don't currently fit over the girls. However, does anyone have any insight to share about how tops fit post-op.

Hi Ladies,

I thought I'd start a daily diary to manage my emotions (one minute I'm off the grid and the next moment I'm in the lotus position imagining myself being chased by George Clooney in my new strapless bra). I also want to provide ladies considering a BR as much detail as possible - think of it as a virtual reality boob journey. I've also decided to stop sharing every detail of my operation with my amazing hubby. I know it's too much to ask of a marriage. He is my rock but this whole boob thing has thrown him off his game for the first time in our marriage. I have to keep him away from the red wine for both of our sakes. The conversation goes in strange places.
I've been enjoying many of your stories. This is the most beautiful community. I especially enjoyed Piggly70's howlingly funny story -- another 50 something like me. Her tatas look like they were sculpted by Michelangelo himself. I love her husband's comment about her boobs -- two beautiful cupcakes on a plate. Thank God it's Fall. I can wear my boob-masking jackets again. I'm a 38 F and I feel like I'm carrying the world in my $150 bra.
I will provide my personal boob story in the next post.

Hi Ladies,

My story...about a year ago I was on the golf course chatting with one of my co-workers. The conversation always turns to boobs when I am with women. Wonder why? Golf courses are hell. It's impossible to hide the girls in the little outfits. Sigh! We were discussing the woes of being small (her) and big (me). She told me her sister had a BR, covered by OHIP (our provincial healthcare plan). I couldn't believe it. The government will pay to release me from my physical and mental agony? It was a life defining moment. I could never fund the operation on my own. Without knowing it, that amazing woman changed my life.
I starting Googling breast reduction specialists in Toronto. I didn't like the idea of anesthesia and anyone carving my breasts so I was thinking I'd do lipo. Last December, I found a PS that did breast lipo. What a horrific experience with that guy. Within minutes of meeting the guy, my top was off and we conducted most of the consultation with me topless. I kid you not girls. Now I'm not a wilting violet. I can kick butt like the best of them but for some reason in that office that day I just couldn't walk over and put my top on. He kept on talking and then he started taking photos. I swear, I'm probably in a [RS bleep] movie somewhere. In the midst of this humiliation, he told me that the government didn't pay for lipo, just a full mammoplasty -- the bride of Chuckie treatment as he called it. He told me he could do the lipo in the next couple of weeks for $4500 and told me to talk to his assistant. He never mentioned pre-ops tests or my medical history, he was just going to get the canula out whenever I was ready. Whoa, don't call me, I'll call you buddy. My mother and husband both agreed he was a perv.
So I was back to square one and I thought I'll lose some weight. That didn't work for me either. I lost twenty pounds and the girls didn't budge. I have a theory about boobs. Fat goes in there, but it refuses to come out. This summer I was in NYC in for a conference and I was invited to so many parties. I just love wearing dresses but you all know, that's a challenge for a 38F. I couldn't stand the way I Iooked in my dresses. I just felt so out there for all to see. After one of the parties, my husband and I went off to the Empire State Building to see it after midnight and I made the decision while walking there that I was going to get a BR, bride of Chuckie style.

I had officially reached the end of my rope. I usually take my bra off after dinner because it's just too uncomfortable to wear the over the shoulder boulder holder. I have all the other regular big boob symptoms, but the after dinner bloating is just awful. The girls seem to expand from a 38 to a 42 and I have special extenders for my bra in case I need to go out at night.
I found Dr. Leila Karsai on this site and my consultation with her was just amazing. I liked her on hello. She answered all of my questions, then examined the boobs and then told me I could cover up. The woman is a true class act and she comes with amazing reviews.
So here I am starting my diary. I can't believe this is going to happen. I have been defined by my big boobs my whole life. Sometimes I feel like I'm boobs with a body, not the other way around. They arrived very early when I was about 10. I swear they grew overnight. I think I started as a C and I just ballooned from there. I'm convinced if I don't have this surgery, I will be in the Guinness Book of World Records by the time I'm 65. I'll need a forklift to carry them around.
I just can't imagine not having them. I get breathless exercising and go up stairs. I'm not sure what other medical damage they have done. I will definitely know once I'm smaller. I can't wait to revel in the changes.
I've always been so sensitive about my boobs. They really are a handicap for me. I just can't help feeling like a [RS bleep] star even though I try to conduct myself with such class. One of my friends told me I'd make a fortune if I got a job at Hooters because I'm well-endowed and so friendly. Who says things like that? I spend hours looking for clothes that hide the girls and still flatter my figure. It's an exhausting full time job. A lot of energy is wasted on managing my boobs. I can't imagine not having to focus on them. Being smaller is going to seem so surreal. I feel like it will be similar to being obese and becoming skinny overnight. It's going to mess with my head in the most fabulous way. I read a comment from one of the ladies on this site or perhaps in a magazine. She said that she looked like she'd dropped 15 pounds after her BR. It's amazing how they make you look big when you're normal everywhere else.
I'll do a photo session with the girls when my husband isn't around. He'll be horrified if he finds out I've posted my boobies on the internet. I've never actually photographed them. Should be liberating.