February 25, 2012 | 1 minute read
I’ve been thinking about a breast reduction from the age of sixteen. Having been told that breast feeding might not be an option, I waited. Now thirty five, three kids later, backache, granny bra grooves in my shoulders, sweaty rashes in summer and all the lovely dresses I long for designed for smaller boobs, the time has come.
I’ve always been very frank about my problem and a friend told me about an open evening to discuss various surgical procedures. I was nervous and glad to have her with me, but was made to feel welcome anyway, with drinks, nibbles and a reassuring chat with Marc Pacifico before his talk. It was an informative evening