Hey guys... I just had a mild pre-op "freak-out" and I wanted to share it with you.
I'm 26 years old; had gyne for the longest, blah blah blah... My surgery is scheduled for next week, December 14th to be exact, and I am flying out of town for it. I live in Florida and believe it not, I couldn't find a surgeon down here with whom I felt comfortable enough to have operate on me. I wanted someone who has a proven track record of successfull gynecomastia operations and an extensive portfolio of before/after pics, etc. That being said, I've chosen to fly to New York where I'll be staying for 5 nights, 4 of which will be post-operative. Everything has been confirmed: plane, hotel, had bloodwork done last week, been taking vitamins twice a day, trying to not smoke cigarettes (which is definitely NOT helping), signed and faxed paperwork for the loan ($7,000 ack!).
Up until yesterday the whole thing just felt like this little trip I'm about to take and I've tried not to think about it too much. I mean, people do this all the time, right? No big deal; I'll fly up, come home, go through the healing process and I'm on my way..... By the way, I have a moderately severe case of gyne, which is requiring excision and lipo.
The thing is, nobody knows where I'm going or what I'm having done.
So last night I stayed at my parent's house (I go down there all the time to do laundry). I SWORE ALL WEEK that I was going to tell my Mom about the surgery today. Let me just tell you that my Mom is like the nicest person you'll ever meet and I'm an only child and she loves me; you get the picture. The reason I am so reluctant to tell her is that there's a possibility she'll say something like, "it's a waste of money" or she'll start doing her own research and come up with a doctor I should have gone to, or something of that nature. She would never say anything to me in a mean way, she can just be kind of controlling sometimes.
As we all know, the prospect of going through surgery for gynecomastia can be a very emotional thing. If you're like me, you do NOT typically "get emotional" and it would take the death of a loved one or extreme pain to make initiate a tear. That being said, I know that if my Mom were to say ANYTHING about the way I've chosen to have my surgery done, I wouldn't be able to take it. I've made my decision and it's happening, period.
So this morning she's trying to talk to me and ask me about work and telling me about her Christmas decorations and I'm giving her all these one word answers and trying to figure out how I'm going to tell her about the gyno. At one point I said something kind of snappy and immediately regretted it. Long story short, I ended up leaving without telling her. As soon as I got in the car I started (ugh, dont' make me say it) crying. Here's why:
1. What if I DIE on the operating room table and no one knows where I am?
2. What if I get back and can't get my bag off the conveyor belt at the airport?
3. What if I get in the car (I'm driving to the airport) and it's too painful to change gears?
4. What's it going to be like all alone in a hotel room for 4 days recovering from surgery?
5. Why me?
The list goes on....................
I'm so fucking over this thing I can't even stand it. Why is it so difficult to tell people (especially your own Mother) the truth?
I feel so alone when I think about the ordeal that I just want to crawl into a hole and wait for it to be over. It sucks because I'm a cool guy (!) and I like to be around people!
Has anyone been in a similar situation? How did you cope?