How the Time Flies...

Well, it has been three months since my surgery and I can hardly believe it. This week I have spent some time reflecting on all of the events that have occurred since then... Holy moly, a lot sure does happen in a tiny bit of time. I feel great! I had my final doctor's visit this week, until further notice. It went expectedly well. Dr. Galante was very pleased with my outcome. He said my breasts look completely natural and perfect. This was no exaggeration either, the girls are even beginning to feel natural as well. Earlier today I took a peek at my before photos... Boy was that frightening, it is so crazy that I cannot even imagine myself without them now. That was, until I saw the evidence! Yikes.

There is one thing that I would like to mention and that is the fact that my scars have now become more visible. Several weeks back I know I sort of went off on some tangent about how fabulous they had turned out... Do not get me wrong, a scar is a scar and it was to be expected. I think I spoke a tad too soon, though. Now that my breasts have begun to settle, if you will, the scars are no longer located exactly in the crease under each breast. I suppose this is due to the decrease in swelling? The other noticeable difference is that the scars have become more prominent, meaning they are darker and raised from the skin.

Dr. Galante recommended I use cream or some sort of tape to decrease the visibility. Since our last meeting I have been applying Mederma on each of them. The directions state that one should apply the treatment 3-4 times daily for eight weeks. I'll keep ya posted on the outcome. Oh, how time flies. =)

Curiosity Killed The Cat

A few weeks back I ran into an old friend while out trail running. The reunion was warm and very delightful. He was with a new girlfriend that I had never met before. She was beautiful and seemed nice. We exchanged cell phone numbers and planned to meet sometime in the near future. It was extremely warm outside that day and therefore, I wore a cute sports bra. I had not seen my friend in several years and thought nothing about my new girls...

He called and we met up at the same place I saw him the week before. We enjoyed nice conversation and caught up on what we had missed in the past several years. Before long THE QUESTION was addressed, "So when did you get the puppies?" I was surprised, but not offended. I said, "oh, you noticed?" He was like um yes, hello... Like I would not notice. I told him and his very next question was, "did it HURT?"

His friend that I had met the week before is also planning to have the procedure and wanted him to ask me. She was too embarrassed to be present when he did so. I told him I would be more than happy to discuss anything with her. Like myself, in the beginning she was also feeling a tad apprehensive about the procedure. She is a Chicago police officer and plans to go back to work three weeks post-surgery and was wondering if this was do-able. She is not involved in any physical labor, but does wear a tight bullet-proof vest. I explained that the procedure is not as painful as it is uncomfortable. In those first few weeks wearing that vest is probably going to be a pain.

This was an interesting experience and I'm happy that I could answer her questions. Now, we have this unspoken - automatic bond that may turn into a new friendship. At first I thought someone would have to be pretty bold to ask such a question and I was not sure I would answer. But, this was an enlightening experience and I feel really good that I could help! Funny how situations can turn out much differently than you initially thought. =)