The Messy Gaping Wound in My Chest is Healed- Mostly

Long story short: A year ago this month, I had a breast reduction that ended up with me stuck on the couch for 8 weeks with a giant, festering, open boob wound. During the process, I met a General Surgeon whom I now work for as a Physician Assistant! What? Universe, hello!? I guess everything worked out! My boobs are finally closed and mostly look decent, and it’s all behind me. Tra-la-la!

The longer, realer story is this:

A year ago I had a breast reduction I’d been wanting to have forever to shrink my massive, heavy, uncomfortable boobs that I’d always hated. I had (have) chronic back pain and was really hoping this could fix it. In addition to the physical benefits I hoped to gain, I also was looking for mental ones. I loathed the way my breasts made me look old and dumpy post-kids, and extra sultry pre-kids. I didn’t want any of that. I had just moved transcontinentally for a fresh start, I wanted the same with my body. Renewal, a cleansing.

Insurance didn’t agree that the weight of my tots was the problem with my spine or that I was due for a cleansing, so we paid $13k out of pocket for the surgery- an amount I wasn’t comfortable parting with in the wake of COVID, having just sold our small business for pennies of what we put into it, and moving across the country on one income- BUT my husband…