Wednesday, March 31, 2010
OK. I guess part of this blog thing is that I have to keep posting new information. So, here goes. I met with the plastic surgeon today. Talk about a lesson in breast re-construction 101. Construction makes it sound like we are building a house. Anyway, I went in thinking it was a fore gone conclusion of what was going to happen. Boy was I surprised. I have learned all about breast implants and about implants using your own body tissues. Actually, that appealed to me more because it would be more natural. It is a much longer surgery and longer recovery time, but it would last me for the rest of my life. You also get a tummy tuck out of the whole thing. That would be fabulous! With silicone implants they have to be replaced after about 10 years. I can't imagine having another boob job at 67 years. But, to my surprise he told me that I was not a good candidate for the own tissue job because I don't have enough fat in my abdomen and they would have to add implants anyway. Dang!! I lost all that weight for Laura's wedding and look where that got me now. So, for any one who wants to know, Janet is getting breast implants. It is about a 5 hour surgery. I will be in the hospital 2-3 days and a couple of weeks of recovery. The actual whole process will take almost a year to complete. They begin by putting in deflated empty balloons. Over several months they fill the balloons with saline. After several months they take out the temporary implants and replace them with permanent silicone ones. There are a couple of outpatient surgeries to finish the job and then I will have perky new 16 year old boobs. If this is more information than most people want to know, sorry about that. I have tried to condense it and not be too graphic. Now the next big question is when will all this happen. I still don't know. The plastic surgeon is out of town all next week, so it won't be then. I have another appointment with the regular cancer surgeon next Monday. I hope that at that time she can give me a date. I just have to get in line and wait my turn. Waiting is horrible. I need to get back to my life. I remember when I was pregnant and having babies, you get to feeling like there is no modesty left. Well, we are back to that same feeling. My body is just a piece of meat. I guess the only way to get through this is to keep a sense of humor and laugh about it. So, that is what I am trying to do.