The Decision

For as long as I can remember I have not been happy with the size and condition of my breasts.  I remember a time when I was a 34C.  I should say, I know there was a time that I was a 34C, but I don’t remember what that felt like.  I know that for the past 10 years I have wanted to do something about my breasts.  Especially after having my first child.  It seemed that  a lot of the baby weight that I had gained went straight to my chest and it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.   I thought about a reduction but had other goals on my mind at the time.  I was battling with infertility issues, trying to conceive our second child.  By the time our third child was born, I was really unhappy with my breast size.  It was really difficult to breast feed.  I was limited to knit shirts, FORGET button down shirts!  My back hurt constantly.  My neck hurt all the time.  I had daily headaches.  A hot day and an industrial sized bra worn to reduce the appearance of my breast size was my hell on earth.  I honestly never thought about how I would physically look, I thought a lot about how I would feel.

I still dreamed of plastic surgery at this point, but I had three kids to take care of, the youngest two were 16 months apart and needed their mama.  I couldn’t foresee being able to recover from such a drastic surgery with my kids being so young.  So I waited.

Then there was the issue of money.  When I first looked into surgery the cost was around $5,000.  By the time I underwent surgery the cost was $8,000.  No small chunk of change.  If I had insurance I probably would have been a good candidate for medical necessity because of all the physical pain that I had been enduring.  Unfortunately, I had no insurance.  Reasons for this have a lengthy and frustrating explanation that I’ll rant about at a later date.

The little things that I couldn’t do were starting to annoy me more regularly.  Not being able to cross my arms in front of me.  Unable to lay on my stomach while doing Yoga, without bracing my chest with my arms.  The list continued.

So the decision was made.  It was time for me to find a doctor.

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