A bit over 10 years ago I had breast reduction surgery after thinking about it for years and finally deciding that the constant pain between my shoulderblades (due to the weight on the front of my chest distorting my spinal alignment) was no longer bearable. That my breasts would be more in proportion with the rest of average-sized me instead of looking more like they belonged to some gigantic fertility goddess was definitely a factor in me thinking about it for years beforehand, but it took the chronic and increasing pain to finally push me to book the surgery.
This weekend I’m nursing somebody else through their recovery from the same reduction mammoplasty procedure (performed by the same surgeon). She was only just starting to get the intrascapular pain and decided to not wait for it to get worse like it had for me. I still rank the surgical alleviation of my symptomatic macromastia as one of the best things I’ve ever done for myself, and although she’s still woozy and ouchy she’s also thrilled to have had it done.
I’ve blogged about the experience a couple of times on Hoyden About Town, and even converted my original HTML web diary from 2004 to a blog format here. Feel free to ask me all about it.