Top Surgery in Queering the Lens

I’m going to my top surgery consultation on Monday. I have a lot I need to do to get ready for it. I have to fill out the registration paperwork, type up all my medications and vitamins, list my medical allergies, my surgeries, contact my therapist for my surgery letter and bring it all with me but I’m excited. I’ve done this before. I’ve been in this position before. I got approved by another doctor years ago. But then I got my feeding tube and she didn’t feel confident working on my body. She didn’t think… she could do it safely. Which I fully understand and respect and she was honest and I appreciate that but fuck. How disappointing that was. How soul crushing. To the point that it made me wait years to even look for another surgeon. But this one… her credentials are insane. She’s highly qualified so I have high hopes for my fucked up body.