You know how something seems like a grand idea until the reality sets in? Well that's where I'm at right now. I knew I wanted FFS. I knew what it could do for me. I committed and paid and pushed myself not to chicken-out. But it's really happening now and it's scheduled for tomorrow morning!!! (May 13th) I'm not totally freaking out, mind you, but it feels crazy that at three years into my transition it's suddenly actually happening.
I want this so badly but I also know it's going to be brutal afterwards and I can't even know how that's going to feel until I wake up in the thick of it all hacked apart and stapled back together like Frankenstein! The difference between how I feel today and how I'll feel immediately post-op is like day and nightmarish black night. The only way I can handle this is the hope I'll look like a human being again in a month or so. Sigh... this is really gonna suck!
Anyway, enough crazy-talk. This is the last major hurdle I feel I have to leap over in my transition and everything else should be easier after this. I've traveled to Montreal for the services of Dr. Eric Bensimon on the recommendation of Dr. Brassard. The plan is only involving nose and brow-bone work so my recovery shouldn't be as 'horrific' as I may have implied. It's still going to be tough but I'm going to be brave (she says, somewhat naively) and I'm going to get through this. Hopefully I'll feel up to keeping an eye on the forums over the next few days. If I'm not around for a bit, you'll understand why!