Breast augmentation, what is normal? Is there such a thing as normal anymore?

[Willow]

Hi Jae Bear,

 

First, i agree your figure looks great.  I sorry to hear about how you got it however.  I am just trying to get started on HRT, so no real breast shape.  Funny thing is that if you take my measurements I'm at least a B cup but with nothing that really fills out the cup.  I have a pair of 300g forms.  I believe they would be considered to be a B cup for me (38 band) and honestly, I think no more than a C would be prefect for me.  I'm afraid I'm going to have to be satisfied with whatever I manage to grow and some padding. 

 

I have no hope of attaining a feminine sounding voice.  I had laryngeal cancer and the treatment left me with no pitch range and in fact a deeper voice than I had to begin with.  I've been experimenting with trying to get it higher but without any success.

 

Again, you look great.

 

Willow

[Susan R]

43 minutes ago, jae bear said:

 

  Hey Susan, 

I got those hips the hard way, 14 years ago I was hit by a Buick while riding a motorcycle and it broke my pelvis wide open and snapped it off my spine. When they screwed my pelvis back together then screwed it back to my spine I was on my back for three months and couldn’t move, so my hips actually settled down and widened out while it was all healing.  my right foot points out way too far but nobody notices that, however it does mean that my hips are tipped out wider than normal so I’ll take what I can get even if I had to spend three years in a wheelchair to get it !

 

Wow, Jackie that is an incredible story.  Thank God you lived through that and recovered your ability to walk eventually.  I'm so sorry you experienced this but I'm glad there was some good news in the end.. no pun intended?

 

Susan R?

[jae bear]

There is a whole lot more to that story that I really haven’t delved into here on the forum, I’ll try to roll it up in a tight little ball and tell it really quick for you. 14 years ago I was riding my Ducati 900SS with friends when a 15-year-old driving a Buick was hit from behind by another driver forcing his car directly into my path.  I really don’t remember anything about what happened, but apparently I flew about 50 feet and ragdolled myself into the pavement. As my Ducati smashed into the front fender of that Buick my pelvis separated from my spine and snapped in two, both of my wrists exploded and my left elbow shattered while my right knee came apart and separated the lower half of my leg from the top. My best friend was right next to me and hit the same Buick but was a couple bike lengths behind me and was able to get on the brakes a tiny bit.  Apparently as the life flight helicopter arrived I was going into cardiac arrest, and all of my friends thought I was done for before I got on the helicopter. The one thing I do remember was a moment or two asking the paramedic on the helicopter what happened, after hearing the explanation the only thing I could think of was to ask this person to tell my wife that I loved her and that I was sorry. I was rushed through many life saving surgeries, my left arm was nearly torn off at the elbow, my right leg was nearly torn off at the knee...  I was in a coma for a week and then in intensive care for another week, during all of that time I guess I died two more times. Thankfully they were always able to resuscitate me, and after spending months in the hospital I came home to spend the next three years in a wheelchair. My pelvis was pretty  much destroyed, my boy Junk was toast, testicles crushed, basic urinary functions Finally returned after months, but reproductive functions were over with. Admittedly most men would have considered ending their life at this point,  but when I came out of the coma my thoughts were more along the lines of “why is this little sucker still there”? It would’ve been a good excuse, if I just lost it to the accident it would’ve been easy to explain my transition. Eventually one testicle gave up and crawled all the way at the inguinal canal where it resides today about the size of a peanut. The other wasn’t far behind and is a little farther than halfway up the inguinal canal and about the size of an almond. My hormone levels were dropping so rapidly I was going through serious emotional problems and frustration, thankfully HRT made me feel Remarkably better.  When my pelvis had been reconstructed and I was lying on my back for 3 months healing it spread out 1.75 inches wider than it was previously, tilting over on the right side a bit more than the left. My abdominal muscles were cut to gain access to pelvic reconstruction, and I never regained much abdominal muscle strength, so I have a bit of a smaller waist line that gives me a slightly female shape.  I can only surmise that the lack of testosterone over the  years  and having them pull themselves up the inguinal canal has helped my vocal qualities quite a bit, my voice has never been deep, and now it’s quite easy for me to maintain a feminine voice, it just seems to come naturally. So after going through all of this ridiculous medical stuff with my accident I guess I should be thankful for the things that are now helping me quite a bit, even if I have to deal with a partially paralyzed right leg and chronic pain, I still get around just fine with my cane even if I walk a bit slow. ?

 Hugs, 

Jackie

[Susan R]

Oh my Jackie,  that is so much more intense and devestating than I originally pictured reading the cliff note version of your story.  It's really is incredible that you're even with us today.  It's a miracle really.  That's about as close to death as one can get without crossing the line.  Thank you for taking the time to share that.  You are truly blessed!

 

Have a Happy Thanksgiving,

Susan R?

[jae bear]

 I will admit that most people do not live through that experience, I only recently found out this year while going through 1500 pages of medical documentation to give to my endocrinologist that I was resuscitated three times, nobody ever told me I died three times so until I read the medical text I didn’t know about it !  I actually had to ask my doctor what it meant where three different places and dates it said “resuscitated”,  she turned to look at me and said “that means you died“, and I was blown away because nobody told me about it ! I guess they were going to pronounce me dead in the helicopter except one of the EMT’s and a Doppler and was able to find my Pulse with the Doppler when they could not find my pulse with any other method  since it was so weak. If it weren’t for that EMT having that Doppler they would most likely have pronounced me dead... I sure am glad that EMT had their doppler with them that day because it was not standard equipment on the helicopter!

 Hugs, 

Jackie

 

[Susan R]

Jackie, are you sure that EMT wasn't an Angel?  My God girl...that is absolutely incredible.  You definitely have a purpose here on Earth that's for sure.  Just think of the countless individual's lives you've helped and positively affected here!

 

Susan R?

[jae bear]

 Hey Susan,

 To be honest I often wondered if there are angels around, I’ve met certain people and I’ve had certain experiences that lead me to believe it’s entirely possible. 

 Hugs, 

Jackie

[Susan R]

Hi Jackie, I experienced something that may have been angelic in my past on one occasion regarding a financial struggle early in my life (although too long a story to explain in this thread).  I've heard testimonies like yours that make me firmly believe they exist.

 

Have a wonderful day,

Susan R?

[jae bear]

 I was explaining this very thing to one of the people I spent Thanksgiving with, something I simply can’t explain that happened at the hospital. After coming out of the ICU I need to have a wound VAC on my right calf that needed constant attention. It was explained to me that the person who knew how to work this machine had retired but was going to come back to take care of it for me  until I didn’t need it anymore. I remember the  wound VAC being a pastel teal color on a cart with lots of tubes and a bottle. The nurse that came in certainly looked like she was beyond the retirement age, and her uniform definitely was a bit dated, I just assumed they did not issue her a new uniform, and she had a name tag that said either Rosita or Rosie...  she was there every morning when I woke up, in fact most mornings she’s the one that woke me up and she diligently took care of the machine and my right calf, changing the wound dressings and checking on the progress of the machine, I assumed she didn’t speak much English because we never got to talk even though I always thanked her every morning for working so hard to save my leg. Nurses are always very busy,  and Rosie seem very businesslike, she got the job done, she did a good job and she was efficient, but I always kind of hoped that she would acknowledge my thank you‘s, but that’s not abnormal for nurses to have too much to do to engage in long conversations with patients.  This went on for a good week or two until they could close up my leg and do a skin graft, and then I never saw Rosie again.  I remember describing her to some of my other care providers before I left that hospital a month or so later, wanting them to thank Rosie for me, but none of them knew who she was. One nurse, Peter,  Who spent a lot of time with me, thought he remembered a nurse like that, but she had passed away years ago, so it couldn’t be her. He also explained that wound Vacs  don’t need attention like that anymore, it’s just a cart that they wheel in like any other medical device, it’s controlled by a computer and nurses typically changed the wound dressing before last shift around  7 o’clock in the evening. I do remember that wound dressing change out in the evening every day but I assumed it needed to be done twice a day. I asked other people who were there with me at the hospital every day and family members and they tell me that person did not exist and that I must’ve been hallucinating. It’s not impossible, I did hallucinate a lot, no doubt about it, but I swear to you, Rosie woke me up every single morning, and she saved my leg...

 Hugs, 

Jackie

[RithiaAllen]

Guardian angels are very real regardless of if they are seen or not. About a week ago in Plano Texas a lane for hundreds of feet was just ice. Despite attempting to stop about six car lengths from the light at already below the speed limit I slid right through the intersection on a solid red light with cars going through it. Not one vehicle hit me and I was able to pull over into the parking lot next to the intersection and have a panic attack. a officer saw the entire thing and came over to check and see if I was ok. He was the nicest guy but I don't remember his name. Once I was calm enough to I continued on my way to work.

 

I'm glad your leg was able be saved Jackie.

[Willow]

Jackie that is an amazing experience.  My son was born 11 weeks early.  One evening we were with him in the NICU when he "died"  My wife and I were quickly escorted out of the NICU to a private room,  Doctors and nurses rushing to his incubator.  While sitting there his angle told me he would be all right and he was.  A couple years later (he wasn't 3 yet) he told us about the night and how someone told him to go back.  

 

Are there guardian angles?  absolutely there are.  They may be different for each of us but they are looking out for us.

 

Willow

 

[Susan R]

Hey Jackie, I agree with you, Rithia and Willow...angels exist, at least imo.  In your story about your wound & Rosie, it sounds very much like the work of an angelic being.  All those oddities with Rosie, her uniform, Rosie being nice and respectful but silent, her disappearing after getting your leg in recovery mode and then no one knowing who she was are just too much for me to rack it up to pure coincidence.

 

Thanks for sharing this wonderful story.  Angel's have always intrigued me.  I'm certain you had an experience that can only be explained by angelic intervention.

 

Susan R?