Prrrr-keeey Boobs - Warwickshire GB

Well, where do I start? (I hope this isn't too long) . I've been thinking about writing this review for a while now but wanted to wait until nearer my op. Everything was going really slow up until 2 weeks ago. Now it's all go, go, go and I feel like I'm running out of time!
Anyway, my story ... I've had big boobs for what seems like ever. I remember when I started developing breast, my dad called them fried eggs (embarrassing!!!) but before I knew it they were fully grown puppies and they haven't stopped growing. I'm 43 years old, 5'2", around 137lb and a 32G/GG (depending on what bra I buy). When I was at school I received unwanted attention from boys (and I don't mean chatting up, I mean groping). My first bad experience was with a boy in a class above me. I got off the bus and started to walk home when this boy started walking besides me. No matter how fast I walked, he walked at the same speed. Within a few minutes he just put his left arm out and grabbed my right breast!! Obviously, I was shocked to say the least. All he said was "umm you're not that big really are you?" and with that he walked off leaving me standing shocked in the middle of the street. A while after that I was upstairs on the bus going home from school. There were 2 boys upstairs that were 2 years my junior. I lived near the end of the bus route and I noticed, as the last person got up to go, the 2 boys looked round at me and I instantly knew what was going to happen. They grabbed me and pinned me down on one of the seats whilst they groped at my breast. After what seemed like ages, they got up, ran down stairs and exited the bus. After that I carried a pair of scissors in my pocket whenever I was out or went on a bus.
It seemed that even my female friends had issues with my breasts. At one point I decided to take up diving. My PE teacher Mr Cunningham (who, incidentally was very good looking) thought I had potential so he decided to give me 5 minutes tuition at the start of every class. Looking back on it now I can see it was nothing but jealousy but one day one my so called Best Friend said (in front of all the other girls) "the only reason Mr Cunningham is saying you've got potential is because you've got big boobs, he's just perving. He doesn't really think you're any good". All the other girls appeared to have the same opinion. After that, I told my PE Teacher that I wasn't interested in diving anymore.
It all came to a head after being groped in a shop doorway on a night out in town when I was 18, I decided from that point to start wearing baggy clothes. At the time I was into the whole rock music scene so it was easy to just wear leggings a baggy T-shirt and a bikers jacket. I was in with the crowd, as far as my friends were concerned, but also covering up and not drawing attention to my over grown pups. It took me until my late twenties to finally embrace the way I looked and start dressing normal again. Of course the comments started again. I remember a bouncer stopped me on the door to a pub once and he said "F**king hell are those yours?" This time I was determined not to be intimidated so I just said "no, I got them coz I thought they went with the outfit". That shut him up and made me feel better and more confident.
I'm telling you all this in the hope that you'll understand my breasts have affected me mentally as well as physically.
I think I'm quite lucky in a way coz I've managed to live most of my life pain free. My backache has only really started in the last couple of years, thank god. I went to see the physio at work around January last year, as the pain just wasn't going away and every time I exercised I pulled a muscle. I was told I had really bad posture and someone I worked with suggested it was because of my gianormous (now) Great Danes! I then started to notice that, whilst sitting at my desk, I was arching my back so that my breasts were resting on the desk. The more I tried to right myself the more my back hurt. At the beginning of March I decided to visit my GP. At the time I had picked up a foot injury whilst exercising so I thought I could broach the subject about my back whilst he was examining my foot. I told him about my constant backache and asked him if my breasts could be the cause. I mentioned that I had seen the Physio at work and they had told me I had really bad posture. I then asked what was the possibility of a breast reduction. He told me that the NHS very rarely do that kind of procedure. I felt deflated, but after a few minutes he told me to come back in a couple of weeks and in the meantime he would look into it. I went back two weeks later and he told me he had looked into it and was going to refer me to a breast surgeon. He said as a back up I would need to go to the hospital for physio and that would help my cause.
A week later I received a letter asking me to ring the hospital to arrange an appointment. I immediately thought it was to arrange physio but I was shocked to discover it was to see the Surgeon. I was examined by one of the surgeons assistants first and after examining me she went a got the surgeon. As soon as he saw my he said "My, you are a candidate aren't you!". He then had a feel of my breasts and lifted them saying "and they are very heavy as well". After that he explained the procedure and also drew on my breasts to show what he was planning to do. He said there was a 4 month waiting list and they would have to arrange for a mammogram first. I was shocked, I honestly thought I'd have to argue my case. I had all these scenarios in my head of what was going to happen and had worked out my argument for everything they could reject me on. As I was dressing he informed me I would need to take a month of work and would that be a problem. I said no even though I didn't know if it would or not. He asked me where I worked and when I told him he said he one of the managers there was his brother in law. There are a lot of people where I work so I honestly didn't think I'd know his brother in law, until he said his name. He just so happens to be one of the managers in my department. Not my immediately manager but I sit virtually next to him!! Oh my god!!! Ever since then I've been dying to say something to him, like "ooh I know your brother in law Simon, he's been fondling my breasts and drawing on them, what a small world it is!". Don't worry, I have resisted saying this, although I am still temped . Bizarrely, my brother in law also know my manager at work. I found this out whilst talking to him about my op. He told me he used to play football with him at school and to say hello to him. Of course I did this and the first thing he said was "so what made you talk about me"? Errrrr ..... !!! Obviously, at this point no one, apart from my GM knows (and she's a female with ample puppies, so she understands). Anyway, I managed to blag him so it was all ok! And, yes, I resisted the urge to say "well we were talking about your brother in law who's fondled my Great Danes and .... " lol. Anyway, back to the point in question. It has now taken a total of 8 months to get this far, so double the amount of time they originally estimated. I don't mind, after all how could I. The hospital treats breast cancer patients first and I am very fortunate not to be one of those women. I have had 2 other appointments with the hospital. One for a mammogram and the other to talk through the operation with a breast nurse, look through some pictures and understand all the potential problems of surgery. I finally had a letter through on Friday 27th December asking me to contact the hospital to arrange an appointment for the operation. It said if I didn't contact the hospital within 1 week of the date on the top of the letter (which was Tuesday 24th), the hospital would automatically assume I no long wanted the operation. Oh, and they only open Monday to Thursday 7.30am-1.30pm. Giving me 1 day to spare!!! Talk about cutting it fine! So I am now booked in for surgery a week on Tuesday (21st January). Although the letter clearly states they could cancel at any time even on the day of admission. (please don't let this happen) I've brought some pyjamas with an opening front and a soft cup bra as suggested by the breast nurse as they don't do surgical bra's. I hope this is going to be ok. I am a little worried about not having a surgical bra. I'm worried about lack of support. Has anyone else had this or been told of this?
Anyway, that is my story so far, sorry if I've waffled on. I will post some pictures soon. Thank you for reading.

I'm really not prepared at all. I've just had the weekend from hell, only 5 days before my op and my dog dies. I'm so upset at the minute and I wish my surgery was a million miles away. What an awful start to the year :o(

Thank you everyone for your kind words. I'm feeling a little bit better now. It's weird coz I was so worried about about the dogs jumping up me (I did have two dogs). Now I'd do anything to have that worry :o(

Anyway, I am trying not to dwell on negative thoughts. Last day at work today. I have told 3 people at work 2 female friends and my GM who is female. My GM's only been with the company for 3 months and, since she started, she just can't seem to stop looking at my overgrown puppies. When I told her about the op you could see she was forcing herself not to look! But she has been very supportive. I was initially worried that HR wouldn't pay me as it says in my contract they will not pay sick pay if they believe the surgery to be cosmetic. That was really worrying me as people who don't know what us poor girls are going through may see it as cosmetic. Luckily they told her they don't need to know what I am going in for so she just hasn't told them (phew). She said it "clearly isn't cosmetic". So for that i thank her! Right ... so tonight I will be sorting out my new PJ's, new soft cup bra, slippers, toothbrush and past, hairbrush, flannel. I can't think what else I need??