well. i posted first on this site about 4-5 weeks back, with some photos because i was extremely paranoid thinking i had gynocomastia after i stumbled on this site after being on utube searching up ways to loose "man boobs".when i found i had the exact same symptoms as alot of people had been talking about.
i was very athletic, i ate healthy and i looked good. except i had very perky boobs and my left moob was double the size of my right. which killed my self confidence. as as i worked out more the more depressed i got, because i got no results.after posting the photos i received 3 replies, indeed saying that i had gyno. i was in extreme shock, i cudnt believe it. i almost had a breakdown. i sat at my pc thinking about my life. and i couldn't stop touching my chest feeling the lumps underneath them and making me sick.
i didnt speak to my parents or my brother for 3 days. i sat on the couch, and i would randomly start crying which i dont usually do, and i would leave the room. my parents would ask whats wrong, but i just said, nothing.i told my mum after the third day of silence saying ill tell her why ive been sad the past 3 days. and just as i would tell her, my brother would come home, so i couldn't tell her,because i was so embarrassed. and my mum was getting frustrated and thinking i was on drugs. the day i told her i boiled my eyes out, and for the first time in i dont no how many years took my shirt off in front of her. i told her everything i new, all the research i had gathered and about this site. i showed her it and ect. she said she would take me to our GP to check it out, at this point she thought it was all in my head. we promised we wudnt tell my brother of dad about this, till i felt comfortable. so we went to the GP, and he said i did in fact have Gyno, and it would only get bigger as i got older. i recently turned 17.he also said, "i think you will find it close to impossible to find som1 to do surgery on me"but he still referred me to a breast specialist and im like.... . I went home, and went to school the next week, as low as a swing. thinking that id never be cured, and after i herd all these success stories on this website, but then again you guys all live in America with surgeons everywhere specializing on everything, which is great. but i live in New Zealand a small place lol
. so i was nervous as hell, leading up to the breast specialist, and i didn't have my hopes up as i thought my GP was ryt and id be turned down.but as i met my surgeon, he was a very friendly guy and talked to me alot about gyno, and about it. and told my mum i cud have surgery as early as in 2 weeks. i was extactic! my mum wanted me to wait til school was out, another 4-5 months. hell no.
she was extremely sweet though, and sympathized with me, and agreed to the surgery.
now the hard part telling my dad. oh boy. my dad was from a strict family, who were very manly ect. when my mum called him on the phone talking about it and the surgery, price ect. he immediately said no.
and for 4 days i talked to my dad. he said it wasn't even a big deal, and i shouldn't do it, nor waste hard earned $ on a stupid surgery like this. but after many nights of talking he finally gave in, but wasn't happy.
as the days neared in for surgery my dad was starting to change. asking if if i was nervous, how im feeling, and being really kind to me, which i liked and didnt expect.
so day of surgery. i had to wait n the hospital bed for 4 hours watching infomercials haha, those blenders kick ass!. and at one point it was extremely awkward and embarrassing as one of the nurses at the clinic was a mate of mines mother. she knew it was hard on me and decided to swap nurses. my surgery lasted i dunno i think 2 hours.
i woke up with 2 drains n me, and tape over my nipple. by the way getting put under is so fun, im like (nah nah im not gonnah go sleep, nah u cant do it. zzzzzzzz) it feels like your really drunk just about to comer out then pop. i woke up in recovery. my movement was restricted, but i felt little pain, cuz of the drugs still in me. i had to stay over night but the 2nd day i went home. i had my drains drained twice at the hospital and twice at home by a local nurse. i finally had the drains removed today out of my chest. ive been put in hospital from rugby accidents, and bloody fights from my brother. but nothing was as gruesome as having these tubes pulled out of me. my dad was home the day i was getting them taken out, and he offered his hand to me to squeezes like hell as they were gettn taken out. arggh just thinking bout it makes me sick. i think i almost passed out at one stage while she was taking out the 2nd drain cuz i wasn't breathing.
so ryt now its 11.00pm im 4 days after surgery. and what can i say, is that it looks fcuk!ng fantastic! i still have the sticky tape on my nipple and 2 bandages on my sides where the drains when in, but they will both come off next week when i see my surgeon again.
look if you are thinking about this surgery. and you can do it, honestly itl be the best god dam thing of your life. if money is a issue then start savin bros.or ask for help from your family. tell your parents they can sympathize. i wasnt going to get the surgery because we were tight for cash as my dads business got robbed. but they still knew that it was gonnah be the best 4000$ the spent on me, as it gave me my confidence back and happiness.
i no longer have to wear multiple shirts, or shirts with designer lables across the middle. or not take my shirt off, or not walk in the wind backwards nor hunch, nor anything that is demeaning and cruel .i feel free.so many shirts i have n my draw that ive brought, but have never worn because they show my chest, now i can wear.
id like to thank this site for informing me, on just about everything, your stories, your advice, tips. the lot.
each day i recover more in more, and i cant wait to see da end result. gah, i shud go to bed, but its like the worst position to sleep, on your back. ill just stay up till im tired.
sorry guys for this long as post, i just thought id like to share it with som1, as i would not be telling any1 about this. only my family and 2 of my aunties know about it ... (thx mum
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said i got a crack rib. tripped over cat on steps!
and sorry for my bad story telling, hope it wasnt to boring.
hope you guys can get this done and change your lives too, so you can feel the good feeling i had.
keep hope
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