Second Opinion

I went to see another plastic surgeon, this week, for a second opinion on the nipple failure. I suppose that it was helpful. He did not say that Dr. Dreyfuss was a hack, so that's good. Sometimes, surgeries just don't have the expected results and I am unfortunately one of those cases, this time. (Thumbs down.) He also didn't say that there is a miracle pill to make my nipples miraculously regenerate, so that's not so good. He did tell me that another surgery down the road may be possible, depending on how I heal from this most recent debacle. (A reconstruction of the reconstruction, if you will.)

I should probably clarify that the debacle to which I am referring has resulted in weeping, open wounds on each breast, where the incisions didn't heal properly. One of my friends described them as "skinned boobs." She said that it is as though I fell while skateboarding ... and I wasn't wearing a shirt. Nice image, yes?

Anyway, in a month or so I should be able to stop wearing aquaphor and two piles of gauze under my bra. Yay. AND, once the scars thicken a little, then we will be able to see if a corrective surgery will be possible. This would require a skin transplant from my legs or stomach. Oh, also, they can't do the transplant in the same location as the first surgery, due to compromised blood flow. So, the nipples would be "about half an inch off from where they should be."

Well, that sounds awesome.

My other option is to skip this step and just go with the original plan of tattooing. Because of the unexpected scarring, though, the tattoos will need to be a little more creative than we thought. The damaged tissue will not accept ink in the same way as the surrounding skin.

My opinion is that this is crap.

My second opinion is that this is crap.