Plastic Surgeon

   I saw a plastic surgeon yesterday (now conveniently located at Dr. K's office). All these older women were there waiting, so excited about having their new boobs installed. It kind of creeped me out. And I've kind of already decided to not have reconstruction done the same time as my mastectomy, especially since I'm only two months into chemo and I have another four to go. I don't want to deal with anything "extra" by the time I get to surgery. Not to mention the five weeks of radiation to follow. But I figured it wouldn't hurt to see the plastic surgeon to see what my options are.
   Since we're planning to do radiation, he said I'm not a candidate for an implant, at least not on the right side. I don't really like the idea of having a foreign object in my body for the rest of my life anyway, especially if it can cause extra complications. The tissue on that side won't heal very well after radiation, so it can't be expanded for an implant. He then squeezed the fat on my stomach (awesome), but said even though there's "some" fat there (thanks), it wouldn't be enough to do both boobs. So they start salvaging other parts of your body. In my case, he said he could use tissue from my back. Four large incisions in three different areas of my body all at once?? No thanks! Plus they'd be taking muscle from my back too. I can't really see the justification of sacrificing (any) muscle on my body for a boob. I'm already so weak from the chemo and the lymphedema in my dominant arm, I'd rather not make it any worse in the long run. Plus I googled some pictures of the stomach scar (pretty sure it's the DIEP flap procedure he was talking about), and it does not look like a fun recovery time.
   I mentioned that if I did get reconstruction, I wouldn't want the same size. Whenever I say that, people always seem to assume I want bigger boobs for some reason. I'm five feet tall, I'd like, for the first time in my life, to have boobs that are appropriately sized for my body. So smaller. Much smaller. It's a nightmare finding bras to fit, and that 32 band size? Pretty sure it should be a 30 but they don't make those. I don't think the doctor took me seriously though, because he kept saying "for the same size" when he was mentioning all the parts he'd have to scrape together from the rest of me.
   He said insurance should cover reconstruction, no matter when I have it done, so that shouldn't be an issue. However, for the best looking results, I should do it the same time as the mastectomy. After another four months of chemo, I can't imagine I'm going to feel well enough to change my mind about it. Plus there's that more important question of why get reconstruction at all? Maybe so clothes fit a little better, or so people don't mistake me for a 10-year-old year girl, or worse, a 10-year-old boy. My husband said he just wants me alive either way. Plus, I'd never be able to feel them. The numbness in my arm still feels weird, and the mastectomy scars should be numb too, I don't want extra tissue hanging off me that I can't even feel. Why pretend to make it seem normal?
    He also kept mentioning how important it is to get back to a good "quality of life". Maybe I'm just a little dazed from chemo brain, but the way he kept saying it made it seem like I would never have a decent quality of life if I didn't get new boobs. If anything, not having extra, unnecessary surgery right now will give me a better quality of life, considering I'll be able to return to normal activities much sooner. I asked if I could just wait until my stomach inevitably gets fatter and THEN have them rip it out to make new boobs. He said that's fine, but geez, he kept trying to emphasize how much better they'll look if I do it right away. Boobs have never been that important to me. If anything, they've caused me a lot of extra stress in my short lifetime and now I'd like for them and any semblance of them to go away for a while.