Many, many thanks to Ely for sending in the story behind his double mastectomy..
“My big breasts grew when I was like ten years old, and I missed my flat chest badly. I always hated them, I even wore a waist trimmer and cardboard over my breasts in an attempt to flatten them. I had dreams about having my breasts removed in hospital. One dream I remember particularly vividly was one I had as a kid, in that dream I woke up with my flat chest sutured together with blue stitches. That dream became reality on November the 2nd 2005! I was very lucky to have a plastic surgeon perform my much wanted surgery.”
“I went to hospital at 5:30am with my mother and was taken to a room to be dressed in hospital robes, socks, and T.E.D. stockings.
The nurse questioned me and put all my details into her laptop. Soon after someone arrived with a stretcher, I was taken to pre-op room with other people who were waiting to be taken to the operating room. The anesthesiologist and nurses came and talked with me, they told me that they will be with me in the operating room and that I was due there at 8am. The nurse who was aiding the surgeon talked with me too and she told me that they knew exactly what I wanted and still remember the pictures I brought in and told me to not worry. The nurse then took me to the operating room on the second floor. I saw the door marked “O.R. 30″, for some reason I really liked that number! I was taken into the O.R. and they moved me from the stretcher to the table where the surgery would be performed, then they put an I.V. in my right hand. The last thing I remember was laughing, then I was out!
I woke up sometime later and saw that I was in the recovery room and asked for the time. I remember a voice telling me it 11:34am. I looked down at my chest and it was FLAT :)”
“My mother told me that my surgery was over by 10am and I was about to be taken to my room on sixth floor, when I got there I fell fast sleep for most of the day, I was woken up a few times by nurses coming in and checking my blood pressure to make sure I was doing okay and to empty my drain bulbs. A couple of times during my stay they give me a white pill with “512″ stamped on it, I still have no idea what they were! Around 5pm that day I decided to ask for a chicken pot pie and some pumpkin. I ate all of them!”
“The nurses thought I would throw up, but I didn’t :), I did feel a bother though because I had to call a nurse every time I wanted to use the toilet because of the I.V. and padded air things on my legs to prevent blood clots. Around 1am someone came and disconnected my I.V., then told me they would give me some antibiotics and that I could leave the hospital at 4am, I had some pancakes and more pumpkin pie to celebrate :). A little later my surgeon came in to check my incisions and said everything looked good. I couldn’t see any bruises at all, I was expecting my chest to be covered in them because I think I bruise somewhat easily. The surgeon then told me that it was time for me to go to home. My father came in to get me so I gingerly got back into the clothes I arrived in and prepared for home.
I’m so glad I wore the shirt with the zipper on the front, haha, I tried to put my black tank-top on and it was impossible, anyway, I got home fine and couldn’t stop smiling knowing that finally they had gone forever!
I still have some way to go (surgery-wise), but I’ve never been happier!”
Thanks for talking Ely, and I hope the future surgeries and T injections go just as smoothly!