Ok, to clear things up, this is my original story and I used to post as Hate_It_37..... I am now 44 and intend getting this shite fixd.
A few notes to bring my story up to date...
After the tests the surgeon wrote two similar letters on 28/11/2006, one to my GP and one the the NHS Consultant Plastic Surgeon, a quote is written below;
".....His routine blood tests show mildly raised serum cholesterol, but otherwise normal. His ultrasound confirmed bilateral Gynecomastia.
On examination he has quite a lot of surrounding subcutaneous fat, and for this if he wants a good cosmetic result it would be better if he had liposuction combined with excision of the breast tissue. Unfortunately we cannot offer this and I am happy to refer him to the plastic surgeons"
The next correspondence was from the Health Commission Wales (Specialist Services) on 21/02/2007. The general tone of the letter was that surgery had not been approved, I was being returned to the care of my GP, The reason being that my BMI was over 25, and I could appeal if I so chose.
At this point I just thought F**K IT ALL, and buried my head in the sand, piled all my weight back on and sank into the despair that we are all to familiar with.
I think it must have been around this time that I had a small (probably drunken) outburst to an amazing friend who encouraged me to try again. He even offered to lend me the £4k to go under the knife, but I declined as I'm terrible with money. Oddly I would rather have these things than lose a great friend because of a lengthy repayment process.
October 2008. My memory is sketchy, but I obviously revisited my GP who wrote me a very good letter to help in my appeal to the Health Commission, explaining how keeping my body mass up was the only way to help me hide my chest.
November 2008. An appointment is scheduled with the same Plastic Surgeon I was referred to via the NHS, but in a private capacity in Spire Cardiff.
I was in a pretty dark place around this time, I'd recently lost my father, I was approaching 40, had ZERO direction in life and felt someone had hit my pause button, I was waiting for life to start. I can actually remember the details or reasons, but I didn't act on either of the things in Oct and Nov of 2008.
Fast forward to Oct 2011, I meet a great girl, the third date approaches and I nearly cancel as thoughts turn to the dreaded shirt off situation. The worthless feeling tells me that I don't deserve to be happy and would be better off alone than have to reveal my shameful secret. I'm so glad I didn't cancel though, when the time came that I had to explain why my t-shirt never came off she was very understanding and said it didn't bother her, while I totally believe her I still hate them and want rid.
Which brings us to today, and with her fantastic love and support I'm getting this done one way or another.
I gradually lost about half a stone since Winter, and 2 weeks ago started seriously watching my intake and getting out on my bike, that saw off another half a stone.
I started off at 21st 8lbs, I'm now down to 20st 7lbs and intend getting down to about 16-17st. And naturally I have to get some serious cash into the pot.
Even now I'm still not completely ruling out seeing what the NHS can offer me, but either way I need to get my weight down.
Anyway, enough of my ramblings for now, thanks for reading. J.