"I love a big rack"...

On Friday, I had my surgical and plastic surgery consultations.  My husband, always the funny man, decided to wear this shirt.  In case you can't read what the shirt says, I will tell you.  "I Love a Big Rack!"  He says he didn't realize the irony in wearing this shirt and the boob doctor appointments I had...and I actually think he had no clue when he was putting it on!  I asked him if this was a hint for the plastic surgeon!  "Maybe!" 

Anyways, I met both of the my surgeons and really, really like them both (the plastic surgeon thought Omar's shirt was funny, so how could I not like him!  Plus he had an east coast Jersey Shore accent!).  I got lucky in that my surgeon is the most sought after breast surgeon in my area, and my plastic surgeon is the chief of plastic surgery.  My surgeon believes that a mastectomy is the best option for me.  My plastic surgeon believes that I am a good candidate for immediate reconstruction. I will have expanders placed and will slowly stretch my skin through weekly saline injections into the expanders.  At a later time, I will undergo another surgery to have my "real" boobs put in!

No word yet on radiation or chemotherapy.  The plastic surgeon is hoping I won't need radiation because that will either really speed up my stretching (6 weeks instead of gradually over a longer period of time) or stop the stretching until after radiation.  The surgeon thinks chemo will be recommended since I am so young.  The treatment plan won't be decided until after the final pathology results after my surgery. 

I have decided to take my boobs (life) into my own hands and will undergo a double mastectomy.  It was a hard decision, but one that Omar and I feel is the right decision.  The recovery is going to be a bitch, but at least I will get some nice, new boobs out of it!!!!