In between the mastectomy and radiation, I met with a plastic surgeon about my upcoming reconstruction. My plastic surgeon is very much a perfectionist and meticulous. He is also very exacting and particular. I am incredibly grateful that he has all these attributes. It gives me great confidence in his vision for my reconstruction.
When my husband and I met with the plastic surgeon for the first time, we poured over pictures of various types of procedures. I had no idea there were so many options for reconstruction. I also had no idea that the reconstruction process was so personalized for each patient and their specific set of circumstances.
I have to say that it was fun shopping for my new boobs. Not everyone gets to pick out a new set of headlights when they're in their mid thirties. After giving it a lot of thought, I decided to get an obscenely large rack. To be more specific, I decided to get porn star jubblies. No. I'm just kidding. However, I did decide to go back to my breast feeding days. My tatas were very large and fantastic. Now, I will have very large, fantastic and perky boobies until I die at 101 years of age.
Oh...won't my senior citizen pals be envious. My boobs won't hang low. They won't wobble to and fro. I won't be able to tie them in a knot or tie them in a bow. Sadly, I won't be able to throw them over my shoulder like a continental soldier. Cuz...my boobs won't hang low.