But recently, some of you have volunteered to become donors.
You know who you are.
Without my having to ask, and without knowing whether we were compatible, you stepped forward, ready to sacrifice unwanted lipids to my upcoming breast surgery.
How many times did I hear you say, “If your doctor needs a fat donor, I’m your woman.”
Granted, you didn't offer me a kidney, but I don't need one.
The greater consideration is: What makes you think I don’t have enough body fat to support my surgery?"
I realize that women have trouble asking for help, but believe me,
I'm good.
Still, I appreciate what you were trying to do.
Why throw it away when you could give fat to a friend in need.
It’s the ultimate in recycling.
It’s so giving,
so green.
Therefore, it is with resignation that I hereby inform you that on Tuesday, August 2nd, my plastic surgeon will be removing fat from MY OWN stomach and grafting it to my breast. In addition, Dr. M. will try to up-size, not at all similar to super-size, my existing implants, in an attempt to achieve the fullness I have lacked since cancer laid claim to my breasts in October 2009.
In other words: I am getting a tummy tuck and fuller, bigger boobs...hopefully.
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| Two months post-op. |
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| Courtesy of http://www.atuckandthat'sit.blogspot.com/. Two days post-op. |
Suffice it to say, your willingness to contribute to my desired "C” cup (or at least an overflowing "B") has not gone unnoticed.
Not once did my own husband offer up his pound of flesh.
Perhaps this kind of gesture is one
only a woman makes.
And it takes a woman to truly appreciate it.
P.S. Dawn, thanks for the use of your photos.
