My Story

If you had asked me years ago if I ever thought I would have Plastic Surgery, I would have said "no way". Little did I know that the decision to have it would change my life for the better.

I had always had big breasts, and with each pregnancy, they got bigger. I remember people telling me to enjoy it, because once you stop breast feeding, they get smaller.

That never happened with me.

Then two years ago, (I can't believe it's been that long!), I developed an infection on my left breast. It got so bad I ended up in the emergency room, and they were considering making me stay so they could be me on IV antibiotics. Eventually they let me go, after I promised to come back the next morning so they could see if the two different high dose antibiotics they gave me had started to work. When I went back, there was some, not a lot, of improvement, so they let me leave. They recommended that I go to the clinic to have it monitored, so I did.

To make a long story a little shorter, I ended up at the surgical oncologist, because they were thinking I had inflammatory breast cancer. Thankfully, that wasn't the case. I just had an infection that wouldn't go away, so he referred me to a plastic surgeon, who recommended I have a breast reduction. To give you an idea of how big I was, they removed fifteen pounds of breast tissue.

I promise you, the day after my surgery, I knew I had made the right decision. I was in a lot of pain, but my back felt better, and I could see my feet again. It was a long, and painful, recovery, so I would recommend thinking long and hard before making the decision to have plastic surgery, but I would do it over again in a second. In fact, I keep asking myself why I waited so long to have it done.