Hey everyone,
I've been away from this forum, for nearly a year. I read many success stories, and before my surgery, I was incredibly optimistic. After reading several stories of botched surgeries, unhappy patients, and general dissatisfaction, I began to become worried.
Unfortunately, I feel that my worries were completely justified. One year later, after my surgery, I can say that I am not completely happy with my results.
I tried everything that I could to reduce the swelling, and the scar tissue, and anything that all of the incredible members here have posted for us newbies for life after gynecomastia surgery.
My life has greatly improved. My confidence has sky-rocketed, and I feel better about myself, but I am not where I want to be. I understand that many have to wait years to accrue the funds for this surgery, and by no means am I trying to be insensitive.
I just feel that this would be the best, and most productive manner in venting my frustration, as well as sharing my experience with other members.
I don't know how to explain exactly what the issue is but I will try my best.
My areola, still acts as if it has breast tissue behind it. What I mean, is that, for example, after a cold shower, my areolas shrink and look more like a normal male nipple, and my chest is just generally more masculine looking. Once I warm up, or stop stimulating my areola's. they "puff" out and create an embarrassing, and feminine appearance much akin to a young girl who has just started growing breasts.
Once again, I waited a whole year until this moment because of all the stories about being patient, and waiting for the scar tissue/swelling to go down. I waited and waited, and bid my time, and I have, if anything, smaller, but not non-existent breasts.
I've returned to my normal lifestyle; working out, scuba-diving, and being physical; all of which I took plenty of time off from to aid in my healing.
I plan starting the full circuit from doctor to surgeon again. If anything, I would just like an answer as to why this "puffyness" remains; whether or not it was because the surgeon didn't take enough gland out, or if I wasn't careful enough during the healing stages.
I honestly don't want to have to go through another surgery. It wasn't a terrible ordeal, but it was definitely something I thought I would have done once, and then live my life normally.
Thank you, for those who took the time to read this, and I hope I have passed along something to anyone.
Don't give up. I'm far from it, and there is never any reason to stop wanting to be normal. That is all I want. Normalcy.