7 Alberta Doctors did not diagnose a staph infection...I lost both breasts. Now I am a FREAK..!!

After losing 179 pounds it took me 8 years to save the money to have skin reconstruction which included a breast augmentation. The doctor who did my surgery no longer practices.

6 WEEKS after my surgery I had a small blister which started to leak pus. I saw 7 different doctors and not one doctor took a simple swab to determine what was wrong. Three doctors gave me an antiobiotic, when I asked "what was it", they said they didn't know but hoped the antiobiotics would clear it up. It Didn't..!! I even went to Emergency Department three times....no luck.

FOUR MONTHS later the bottom of my left breast EXPLODED. The towel I grabbed to soak up the POISON from the staph infection was soaked by the time I got to the hospital. Needles to say, both breasts were not only removed, but demolished.

I am now a FREAK and there is not ONE doctor in Alberta who will help me.

I WILL NOT LIVE LOOKING LIKE THIS..!!

You are not a freak. You are

You are not a freak.

You are every bit the woman now that you were before your illness. You just have a couple more scars to show for your passage through life. Scars aren't a bad thing though. In your case they are proof that you have survived something that might of killed another.

I commend you for losing 180 pounds. That couldn't have been easy and going around with all that extra skin probably wasn't any fun either. But you did it. You survived. You'll survive this too.

Lots of women have lost their breasts because of an illness or a bad implant. They are not freaks and neither are you.

I use to think that way many

I use to think that way many years ago...wear the scars like a badge of courage. What a crock!! It is fine to feel this way until it happens to you. My Mother had breast cancer several years ago. When she saw how upset I was, I got the very same words of wisdom from her, they fell on deaf ears..!!

I took her into my room and showed my "science fiction chest disaster". She immediately hugged me, started crying....and said, " OMG....what the hell did they do to you"?

Kudo's to all those women who wear their scars as a badge of courage. I am not one of them., what am I to feel courage about? As far as I am concerned I may as well have not bothered to lose my weight, or saved up the thousands of dollars for all my reconstructive surgery...only to look like I do now. Being fat was better. And, yes FREAK is exactly the word that describes my chest..!!

The sooner I die, the better, as staying in my house and seeing NO ONE (except my Mom when she visits once a year)...that is my life. For me, death is eminant, and I am so ready for it. At least the pain will stop..!!

Ironically, doctors take an Oath, do no harm. That is BS. Not ONE plastic surgeon is willing to even TRY to help. That I find disgusting..!! Perhaps another $60,000.00 may change their minds. MONEY is all they care about..!!

There is strength available

There is strength available to you in the community. We humans were not meant to be solitary creatures. Even the most physically perfect person will fall into a state of depression and likely die from lack of human contact.

Have you looked into joining any sort of social groups? I'm not going to say "find a support group". At this point, even joining a book club or some other hobby group will make you feel immensely better.

If you feel that the MD community in your surroundings is failing you, perhaps now would be a time to try to try a Naturopathic Doctor (ND). I'm not one myself but I've seen a few and can honestly say that my overall health and well-being has improved immensely because of it. Don't knock it until you try it! See here to find one in your community http://www.cnda.net/findannd.html

Kymber57 wrote: I use to

Kymber57 wrote:

I use to think that way many years ago...wear the scars like a badge of courage. What a crock!! It is fine to feel this way until it happens to you. My Mother had breast cancer several years ago. When she saw how upset I was, I got the very same words of wisdom from her, they fell on deaf ears..!!

I took her into my room and showed my "science fiction chest disaster". She immediately hugged me, started crying....and said, " OMG....what the hell did they do to you"?

Kudo's to all those women who wear their scars as a badge of courage. I am not one of them., what am I to feel courage about? As far as I am concerned I may as well have not bothered to lose my weight, or saved up the thousands of dollars for all my reconstructive surgery...only to look like I do now. Being fat was better. And, yes FREAK is exactly the word that describes my chest..!!

The sooner I die, the better, as staying in my house and seeing NO ONE (except my Mom when she visits once a year)...that is my life. For me, death is eminant, and I am so ready for it. At least the pain will stop..!!

Ironically, doctors take an Oath, do no harm. That is BS. Not ONE plastic surgeon is willing to even TRY to help. That I find disgusting..!! Perhaps another $60,000.00 may change their minds. MONEY is all they care about..!!

What about a prosthetic? You shouldn't have to give up living the rest of your life just because your chest is messed up.

Breasts don't make the woman. If they did, I'd be a boy. Unless I wear something VERY form fitting (or very well padded), you can't hardly see my figure at all. Hips I got. Breasts? Not so much. I'm a 34A. Needless to say that my night life is non-existent. And I don't even have a history of breast cancer or a surgical accident to blame it on. You want a freak of nature? You got it. Right here.

Do I wish that things were different? Yeah. But do I hide myself away because I don't look right? No. And freakish looks aside, I'm healthy and have a lot to offer this world. If not through modeling and being a movie star (which was my childhood dream) then through my personality and with my intelligence.

You're probably telling yourself that I'm too young and naive to understand but I'm not all that young at all. I'm 30 years old and at times I feel closer to fifty. Life hasn't been terribly kind to me either. But that's life for you. It sucks.

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