Plastic Surgery and Topless Photography ...not my normal kind of morning!

Phillipa Jackson is my plastics consultant, I seem to be hitting jackpot with my assigned medical team, she was also lovely and I felt totally at ease with her. We talked over the various pathways I could follow with respect to surgery. The exact route for me is still unclear but I should know by the time biopsy 3 results come back.  I am not going to bore you with the options and why they vary but I am happy that in conjunction with my next results and my breast surgeon Shelley, we will all reach the best conclusion for me.  I saw numerous photos of outcomes for each scenario and was impressed by the results.  The recreated nipples in particular and tattooed nipples (they do it to look like a nipple as opposed to a funky design!) were quite incredible and although the whole process could take a very long time, I am confident I will end up looking the very much like I do today.

After the appointment I was sent up to the medical photography department. I really had no idea it was a thing!  Now, taking off my top in a studio lit with 10 of those big light umbrellas is not a thing ever expected I would do and certainly was never a part of my life plan, but the lady was lovely, she put me at ease and I just got on with it. I am not sure my topless modelling career will be long lived or successful but hey, every experience is a learning experience ...I am still trying to fathom what I learned from it (except that medical photography is a thing) so am consoling myself that my humble boobs will go into the reference libraries and help students and patients learn!!


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