I listened to what she said and I agree with what she proposed.
It wasnt all good news, but I was expecting that.
She did on the other hand, leave me with a sence of hope.
I emailed her with more info and a few more questions.
I looked at the per-during and post op pictures and thought about the months prior to my trip. In the past, I would have been crushed and allowed my self to slip into a nonthinking depression. But that was back then and I am a different person now.
I fought for and then raised my daughter alone, with out help of family or a spouse. As part of getting custody, I was to not allow my daughter near anyone else that was gay or transgendered. During those years, given up hope of ever having the surgery. Living life one day at a time, step after step.
Last spring I came into a windfall of money after living as a woman for 20 years (to the year). I did a few weeks of research into surgeons and techniques and of course, cost. With a single mind, followed what I thought was the right course. Planned the trip, with accounting to the dime.
It wasn't till I was home and a problem emerged, that I realised I never planned on after surgery care. Doctors that knew what was going on and how to treat me. That were not 1/2 a planet away and spoke the same language. Some one you can sue if they f*&k up (JK. Sorry Dr's, but it is the american way).
As an engineer I know the phrase "Fail to plan; plan to fail". I fell through on that one for sure. I should write up a sticky for the M2F/F2M forum on the errors of failing to plan.
I didnt mean to type so much. Sorry. But you are the only people I know that might have a glimmer of understanding.
Wait! Whats that? Its my pillow and dialator calling me to bed! (tired but not really halucinating)
Night all and thanks for letting me rant.