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Visitors' Stories -- Mrs. R (page 2 of 4) Now to the need for reconstructive breast surgery. When my rib was harvested, the surgeon who actually performed the procedure took the surrounding tissue as well, inexplicably. Because of that, I was left with a large "dimple" in my right breast, which was even more pronounced when I would lie down on my back. This caused me to experience shame and disgust with my appearance while in bed with my husband, and we took a very long time to actually make a commitment to the decision to have the implants. After much searching and going from assembly line clinics to inexperienced surgeons, I finally came to the University of Michigan hospital system where I met my surgeon. He listened to my story, saw my need, and was able to justify that need for reconstruction to my insurance company, which did, in fact, pay for the entire procedure. You have to realize, I have been married to my husband since I was 17 years old, and at that point in my marriage, both of us approaching 40, I felt a great need to keep myself attractive and comfortable enough with my appearance so that I could be with him completely. I had been constantly covering myself up, doubting his attraction to me, doubting my own self-worth. I realize logically that it wasn't true, but the heart has a very loud voice. My heart was telling me I could improve myself…physically and emotionally…by having this done. I looked at your site, with my husband, nightly, chatted to the other ladies, looked seriously at the different types of implants available, and had I not visited your site, I would not have known what questions to ask my surgeon! These were so helpful! I went in for surgery as an out-patient on March 22, 2001, at 7am, got prepped, and went into the operating room around 10am. My husband was there with me up until they wheeled me back, and he held my hand until they made me let him go, and he gave me a final kiss before I took my trip to my new life. When I awoke, I felt like a Mack truck was parked on my chest. I was wrapped up like a mummy from my hips to my armpits, and there he was, holding my hand again, on the left side of my bed. My daughter was on the right side, having driven there from work to see if I was all right.
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