I could tell by the way he was looking at me that he wished there were more to work with; that he wasn’t sure what we would end up with. And this was pretty much what he told me. He was not sure how far we would be able to inflate the expanders, and if it turned out that the skin was so thin that the expanders and implants would actually be visible through my skin, that he may end up just using abdominal fat. I was not unhappy with this, since my abdomen has enough fat to make some pretty good boobs and then some. Implants would be heavier, he explained, and we would still worry about the risk of infection. Everything was pretty much up in the air. It was a wait-and-see type of thing. Although he assured me I would end up with breasts, he could not tell me by what route we would eventually get there. Not yet.
So I took a deep breath and said, “Let’s do this.”
I went in for surgery on October 18th, the day before my sister’s birthday and before a dog show I’d been looking forward to for some time but would unfortunately miss. I had one dog out with a handler and wished I had someone to send me pictures. Thinking about the dog show kept my mind otherwise occupied. For a little while anyway.
He was able to insert the expanders, but I did hear from one of his surgical nurses that it was difficult. I was pretty swollen. It actually looked as if he’d put some fluid in them, though I was assured he had not. Here is the first photo post-surgery: