As I lay in the prep room, with the theatre doors facing me dripped up and monitored. My heart rate was a steady 50, and with a calm and contented mind I smiled at the staff as they fussed around me. At about fifteen seconds before going though those doors and into the theatre, my general anesthetic began to work. I could feel my left hand becoming colder, and just before I fell asleep I whispered... "Woman, you will now be complete."
On waking... about twenty minutes after surgery, I could feel the pressure of the dressings and I remember simply smiling. I was told that my procedure had gone well without complication; a flood of emotion filled my heart.
On the day that all the dressings etc were removed and I was helped to the bathroom, I saw myself naked. For the first time in my life I was able to look and smile. I broke down and cried at the beauty of my body... no longer the feelings of loathing, of avoiding eye contact below the waist. Now the tears were of joy not disgust and despair, now I could look.
I have often heard it said by post-ops' with the above in mind, that they have now reached the end of the journey... I say no! It is the beginning of the rest of our lives.
Rara.
