Going into my expansions, I had a plan. My plan was to get my right side as close as possible to my left side and then get the implant. One surgery, one side. After 4 surgeries already, I really wanted only one more and with the least amount as work as possible. Well, like with all great plans - I got thrown a wrench.
At one of my expansion appointments my PA decided that I should "check in" with my PS and discuss the long range goals again. At this point, he discussed the pros and cons to my plan. Kept reminding me that I am "so young" (I guess in comparison to his usual patient, but hey I'll take it) and really need to think long term. His suggestion (which was also my oncologist a week after my mastectomy) was to find a size in the expansion process that I was comfortable with and then we could reduce and lift the left size to match. In his ideal world this would be done in two surgeries with a couple months between them.
This discussion deflated me. I felt like I had been hit in the stomach. I had pep talked myself up for the current process and had a finish line in sight, this changed all of that. I promised to think about it and left the office.
That night was spent over analyzing and rehashing the discussion with Jay. Once I took the emotion out of it, it seemed the logical decision in the long run.
Now the biggest question I had -- how do you pick out your boobs?! During a rant while talking to my mom, she jokingly suggested asking my PS for a catalog. At some point, I actually considered it. :)
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