My Perfect Body

In 2025, I crossed the threshold to the High Risk Breast Group. Meaning my risk for Breast Cancer is over 20%. Standard Operating Procedure in this situation (no genetic component) means adjunct imaging. I chose a Breast MRI in addition to my yearly mammogram.

In the years that I’ve been getting mammograms, I’ve been called back for more imaging a few times. Each time, findings were benign. The stress of being called back and waiting for appointments is enough to shave my head. (IYKYK)

The Breast MRI found something worthy of a biopsy. It was also benign (thankfully). The finding could happen again (and again). That was my final straw. So, I asked for a referral to a breast surgeon.

While waiting for the appointment with the surgeon, I started having symptoms unrelated to the biopsy. My baseline on the other breast was no longer comfortable.

The appointment and exam with the surgeon confirmed the symptoms and found new (probably benign) concerns. We discussed options frankly. The biopsy was traumatic for me. I have co-morbidities and higher risks for a multitude of other health concerns. And, if I’m 100% honest, I hate my breasts and have never felt comfortable in my body post puberty.

Immediately following that appointment, we started the work to prepare for surgery. I went to perioperative appointments. I looped in my family. I did what I needed to do to get the required time off from work. Then it was just a matter of waiting for the day to come.

I took the day before to get the prep done. I slept pretty well. As we were leaving for the hospital (early cuz that’s how I roll), I got a call to come early. Surgery day is a blank. I only needed one night in the hospital, though.

Recovery has been interesting. I wasn’t expecting an easy recovery. I have struggled with anesthesia sickness the last few times. This time was the easiest I’ve ever experienced. I didn’t struggle with my blood sugar or my appetite. My incisions are healing as expected. The drains were removed. I find the prescribed binder comfortable (85% of the time), and the swelling is managed. Now, it is a matter of getting my routines back on track for the return to daily life and responsibilities.

I absolutely love my body. I feel at home in it for the first time in literal decades. The road to healing is still a work in progress. Once restrictions are lifted, I will be moving my body. Both my street bike and stationary stallion are waiting for adventures. I’m also looking forward to getting my strength and stability back on track.