‘My breast caused me awful back problems, by Julie Keely:
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I STARTED to look into having a breast reduction first about eight years ago. When I was about 23 or 24 they suddenly started to grow – before that, they had been B or C cups, but when I hit 23 or 24 they just started growing and growing . . . no matter how much weight I lost.
They made my life really uncomfortable – for one, I was having awful back problems. My neck and shoulders were constantly sore, and my GP had me on regular pain meds, but I noticed I was developing a hump between my shoulder blades – a small fat deposit, which, it turned out, was because of how I was carrying myself.
And I couldn’t exercise because my boobs just got in the way. I couldn’t even jog because of the weight. I’d wear two ultra-strong sports bras at a time, and it still felt like there was a huge weight hanging off me. I was being dragged down every time I took a step.
I’m really tall, and I was so conscious of the fact that, when I stood up straight with my shoulders back, it felt like I was pushing my boobs out. But when I first started looking into it, it would have cost about €10,000 and I was buying a house and . . . I just couldn’t have afforded it.
I went back to my doctor a while later to talk about it, and he said they were very pendulous – that was his word – for a woman of my age, one who hadn’t had children.
So he asked if I would be interested in being put on a public waiting list, to have a plastic surgeon look at them. Of course, I said yes.
After that, it took about three years – and I had my first appointment in St James’s Hospital in March this year. The surgeon was very matter of fact, which is fine because I don’t really do touchy-feely, but she basically told me that I’d have to lose weight before I could be considered. She said I was a candidate for it, and that the surgery would definitely improve my life but . . . that was really it. I was weighed, measured and photographed, then told to wait for six months, and “see what happens”.
At the same time, I was asked if I wanted to go on the National Treatment Purchase Fund list. If I did, I could get a quicker appointment, but it wouldn’t necessarily be with the surgeon I had seen. I said yes, absolutely, because I just wanted to have it done as soon as possible. That was on March 10th, and by June or July, I was told I had been accepted.
I had my first appointment with the surgeon in the Blackrock Clinic on September 6th. He was just amazing. He just made it really easy – he explained everything, and went through a list of questions I had prepared. He told me, after I’d been measured and examined, that I was a perfect candidate. He recommended having the surgery immediately, and I was back four weeks later.
At that stage, I wasn’t nervous or scared – I knew I was really lucky to go through the public service. If you don’t, it can cost up to €15,000, but I didn’t pay a penny.
When I went in for the procedure, I was fully prepared. I might have scared myself slightly by Googling and YouTubing procedures, and before I went in I started blogging about it (at juleser.wordpress.com) because I realised there wasn’t that much information out there. I was looking for honest stories about what it was like, and in a way I wanted people to understand that it wasn’t a boob job; it’s not this tiny incision under your breast. During the operation, I was open from armpit to armpit, right around the front of my cleavage and up to my nipples, like an anchor shape. Afterwards, I had 60 internal stitches and 100 external – it’s not a little thing.
My surgery was at 1pm, and I think I woke up at about 5.30pm, totally woozy from the anaesthetic and completely out of it. Everything was bandaged and I was in this surgical support bra, with Velcro straps and a zip, and I just remember looking down and going, “Look at my new boobs!”
I was in and out in 24 hours, which was kind of strange because it’s such a huge procedure, but staying in means there’s a risk of MRSA and so on – and you’re more comfortable at home anyway.
But the recovery period was much more extensive than I thought it would be. I needed round-the-clock care for the first 10 days – I’m lucky that my parents, sisters and my boyfriend went above and beyond the call of duty to look after me.
Someone would stay over; there was someone there for me 24 hours a day. You can’t do anything physical – I couldn’t lift anything heavier than a cup and even getting up and out of a chair was difficult.
After the first week, I developed an infection around my right nipple – necrosis, where the flesh dies. I was back with the surgeon the next week, but we were lucky we caught it early, and I was with him every week after that for about five weeks. Since then, it’s pretty much cleared up – if it hadn’t, the next option would have been skin grafts.
It’s been nine weeks since the operation. I feel hugely different – last week I bought my first underwired bra, for example. I’ve gone from a 36-38H to a 38B – they removed three and a half pounds of flesh from my breasts, so there’s a big difference.
It takes six to eight months to heal completely, inside and out. They look great, although it’s uncomfortable at times, and I won’t be able to exercise for another four to six weeks, but I’m rearing to go. I don’t have any neck or back pain at all any more – nor do I have huge grooves on my shoulders, from where my bra straps used to be.
What’s most different is that now, I stand up straight. Friends of mine have said: “God, I never realised how tall you were!” I didn’t even know how much of a stoop I was standing at, all to cover up the fact that my breasts were so enormous.
I really love when people ask about it, especially if they’re considering it themselves. I’ll always be more than happy to talk about it to anyone who’s interested.’