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Visitors' Stories -- Bianca (page 1 of 2) Diary 7/22 Thank you, thank you, thank you. Did I say thank you? <<grin>> . Eight years ago, I was a full B to small C. Then I lost 25 pounds weight training, becoming a small B. Then I gained nearly 60 pounds with an unplanned pregnancy--and DD breasts! WHOO HOO!!!!!!!! Then I lost all but 12 pounds and was reduced to a small B. In 2000, I had non-cancerous masses removed from both breasts. Then in 2001, I gained 35 pounds with my second son, this time "only" getting to a D cup. After I weaned him, and returned to weight training, I went down to...a full A cup. Such a disappointment. I had finally gotten my pre-babies (and pre 30!) body back and my breasts decided to go pre-pubescent on me! I thought about "having them done" but the "shame" of not having "real" ones kept me from looking into it. But my clothes no longer fit properly and now that they are so small, I do not even fill out my wonderbra anymore! So, in a moment of recklessness, I sat in front of my computer and typed "breast augmentation" in the search engine, and your page came up. Mesmerized, I stayed in my chair for nearly 3 hours (and WELL past my bedtime) pouring over your site. The next day I started "interviewing" surgeons by visiting their sites and comparing techniques and results. Several days and websites later, I made my appointment with Dr. Barry Davidson in Newton Mass and visited your site daily until my consultation visit, which was last Tuesday, July 15th. Dr. Davidson answered what few questions I had (your site answered many of the others) and I decided to go through with the augmentation. My surgery date is in 2 weeks (Aug 7th). Nicole, I just want you to know that your site has been a huge resource for me. Your personal story and the stories from other women have been informative and comforting---even the stories that tell the flip side. And after reading that you and your hubby have been together since you were 13, I knew I had to write. I met my husband when I was 12 and he was 13! Never knew ANYONE else like us existed! Anyway, I am rambling. If you'd like, I can journal my experience and take photos if you'd like them for the site. Although this email isn't indicative of my writing, I am a published freelance writer and if you think your visitors could use another story, I will offer mine...even as it's happening now if not, that's ok...I just wanted to thank you for taking the time to build such a wonderful site. Diary 7/29 I am one week and three days away from my augmentation, and I am nursing a six-day migraine headache caused by TMJ disorder exacerbated by nightly teeth-clenching which is attributed to stress. Of course I KNOW it's all the apprehension over my impending surgery that I am feeling. But that does not help the fact that I can't take my fuerocet (migraine medication---with aspirin) or even Advil...and Tylenol is not even coming close to it. <<sigh>> Of course, I keep telling myself that this pain is nothing compared to what I'll probably feel after the surgery. So, to alleviate the nightly exercise of my jaw, I have been working out like a fiend on the treadmill and free-weights instead. I look at myself in the mirror to check my form when I lift and I can't help but wonder how different I am going to look in 10 days. Ten days. Diary 8/4 Three days until “B” day! I am still nervous and even think about canceling the appointment. I mean, am I really going to do this? I am not the only one with mixed emotions: I am getting mixed reactions from those in my life. Hubby is the type of guy who is really easygoing and tells me to do whatever I want…either way, he will continue to love me and my breasts. Friends’ reactions are mixed. Most of my friends are c cup or larger so they have no idea what I feel. The few friends who are b cup and smaller are all waiting with bated breath to see the new girls. Then there’s the family: mom is absolutely terrified and my brother thinks it’s more fodder for the ribbing mill, of course, that’s nothing new. I keep trying to focus on other things right now…if I think too much about it I’ll get all worked up. Diary 8/6 OK…I exercised this morning and all the bills are paid through the 20th. The dinners for the next 2 nights are made and in the fridge for hubby and the boys. Babysitters are lined up for tomorrow; laundry is done, folded, ironed and put away. Floors have been vacuumed, toilets scrubbed, tables dusted, TV’s de-fingerprinted and all the meds have been filled and are standing dutifully on my bedside table. I have nothing else to to do. And I am going mad. There is 3 hours’ time that stands between me and my Wednesday-nite waitressing job and I am going insane. I made good money tonite and stash it in the drawer for take-out should the need arise. All set. Everything’s done. So I sit on the porch with a cigarette (I know I know, but trust me, it did not taste as good without my Mike’s Hard Lemonade which I had been abstaining from…) and wonder what the hell it is I am doing. Resigned, I go to bed, pulling a Scarlett O’Hara and vowing I’d think about it tomorrow. 8/7 (written 5 days later) The day was all planned. I awoke, hubby took charge of the kids, and I went for a full massage (I highly recommend it…sure calmed my hyper butt down) got into the shower, and was at the hospital with time to spare. Which really sucked…the spare time that is. When they finally took us to the prep room and went over my drug allergies it became kinda surreal. Made me feel as if I wasn’t a patient so much as just a bystander. Weird. They drew on me, promised NOT to give me the drugs that would cause a complete neuro shutdown, then IV’d me. I remember that as the anesthesiologist was speaking, all I could think was that she has the whitest teeth I’d ever seen. I thought that I’d have to ask her what she used…But I never got the chance: my ticket was punched and I was in loopy land. I awoke roughly 2 hours later…and waited for the pain and nausea. The pain was there, but nothing I could not handle. I ate some crackers, drank some ginger ale, got my instructions on how to empty my Jackson Pratts and was on my way home in 90 minutes. And THAT’S when the nausea decided to strike. Thank God I had not eaten all day. So much easier to be sick when it’s all fluids… 8/8-8/11 (same) Spent these days taking my vicodans regularly and laying in bed. The pain was there…but NOT unmanageable with the meds and fluids and rest. Trust me, having 2 c-sections is A LOT worse. I never once removed the surgical bra. I wanted to…so I could see, but I was afraid to at the same time. I did remove the band for short intervals (no more than 5 minutes at a stretch) and cared for the drains as I was instructed. I also spent a lot of time with bags of frozen peas on my chest (bought for this purpose…) My hubby was a trouper with the kids and washed my hair for me twice and helped me into the shallow baths. This surgery is not something you should do alone…you’ll need help even if you have no children. |
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