Top Surgery - One Month Out

Wednesday, August 1st, 2018:
Let me start out by saying that I am not starting at the beginning. Now that I am approximately 1 month into my recovery, and have shared my story with those close to me, I have been encouraged by my wife and some really good friends (who are Cis-gendered and straight but informed) to write this blog. 
So I am starting where I am; but don't we all.  The last blog that I wrote was just over 10 years ago; there I chronicled my cycling trip across the U.S. (during which I met my wife; win-win!). It has recently been taken down - very disappointing!!
However back to my breasts - or lack of them now as it turns out.  On July 6th, 2018, I underwent a bilateral mastectomy with nipple and areolar reconstruction.  Top surgery = bilateral mastectomy with male chest reconstruction.  This includes taking cut sections from my (previously enormous) areola, and a separate section of my (somewhat large) nipples, to create male breast configuration.  Male nipples as it turns out are higher and more widely set.  (Well let's face it, any increase in nipple height would be a bonus) because you see I am just a few weeks shy of my 60 birthday. So my breasts were pretty saggy and often resided in my armpits when I was supine.......  So - Right! I am old. Why did I wait so long to do this?? Why did I bother after living this way for so long? Both really good questions that I promise to answer.
See my next installment: Sex and Gender

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