I found myself in a plastic surgeon’s office on Thursday. I’ve decided to get reconstruction.
Radiation has limited my reconstruction options. That’s the bad news. One of the few options available to me is to have fat and muscle sucked out of my belly and put into my breast. In other words, I get liposuction and a boob job.
It’s going to be painful. It’s going to require a long hospital stay. It’s the only thing I can do, though, if I want to go this route. Patients who haven’t gotten radiation can opt for gradual reconstruction, using skin stretchers and implants of steadily increasing size. Radiation is still affecting my skin and it still may affect it for another year or so.
I found out that our insurance covers reconstruction. Meanwhile, our dental insurance only barely covers the oral surgery that Katie needs, which, oddly, I learned on the same day. We’ll pay nothing for a new breast, but we’ll pay a small fortune to have teeth taken out of her cute little face.
At the same time I get the surgery, they will lift the right breast so that it matches my new one.
I’m ashamed, honestly. I think I’m actually looking forward to this. I’m hopeful, and it’s all because I get new body parts. I must be shallow.