Hi, my name is Jennifer and thank you for taking the time to read my story of loss and anguish.
It started in 2003, which I will not take up too much time of yours on that for now. I had Fibroid tumors for a few years, was sent to an OBGYN oncologist to do a hysterectomy, when I woke up in the hospital, he had done a hysterectomy and had attempted to do a hip-to-hip tummy tuck, taking off my skin fold from having a child and leaving me disfigured for life with a mons pubis the size of a navel orange, a deep indention on my scar line where my infection had to be drained and packed for 5 months and body dysphoric disorder.
I do not want to take up a lot of your time so ill Fast forward to May of 2023, as seen by the photos below, I was left disfigured, have a huge mons pubis, and went to see a plastic surgeon at the end of May this year to finally address with a lot of embarrassment how to fix my mons pubis. It can be done but it with have to be a full tummy tuck as he would have to pull up all the skin and fat from the mons pubis and pull down what little I have on my stomach so that my belly button which was botched as well could be lifted up to a normal position as well. I have included those photos below. Having been in therapy for the better part of the last 20 years due to this disfigurement and not even being able to be intimate with my husband or let him see me at all without the lights off, I was quoted 12,500 for the surgery. This did not include the 3 weeks I would be off of work without pay. I immediately paid the money that I had been saving for a long time to get this surgery.
I was finally scheduled for my surgery at the end of June and was buying all I need to prepare for this surgery when my husband and I get a call on June 6th 2023 at 7pm from the Alabama State Troopers that work Theodore, Alabama street and highways, telling us they were on the way to meet us.
We were scared and started crying as we already knew by the tone of their voice that our life’s were about to be changed forever. They arrived at our house after what seemed like an eternity to tell us that our son who had just turned 21 was killed on his motorcycle by a kid in a truck in the wrong lane, under the influence of meth, driving 70mph on a 45mph road. Our lives were changed forever that night. The kid had no insurance and was driving a truck he had just bought or so he said.
We were left with the task of burying our son, which no parent should ever have to do. I had just spent everything we saved for my surgery coming up at the end of the month. I knew what I had to do. I called my plastic surgeons office and cancelled the surgery that I had scheduled so we could get the money and bury our son. I was given 10,000 dollars of it back and we buried our son on June 14th 2023. Oh how loved this child was. He had so many friends and people who loved him that his motorcycle club escorted us and the Hurse to the chapel in the rain to carry our son’s casket into the chapel hall that was standing room only. It was amazing to see how many people out there loved our son. The tears, the disbelief, the heartache of losing him was unbearable and still is in December as I write this.
We have a hard 6 months and are still trying to accept and believe our child is gone, but we now know he is in a better place. By the way, you can read his story that was on the news below.
After a lot of thought as I was still here seeking treatment not only for my son, but for my dysphoria as well, we decided it was time for me to reach out and see if there was people out there that could help to improve my life physically as we mended our hearts and souls from our loss. It’s the hardest thing you will ever have to do is put your son to rest. This does not come close to what we are feeling about our son’s loss. But repairing what was taken from me 20 years ago is a huge help in resolving my mental health.
I am not asking for the doctor to make me a super star, all I am asking for is my dignity, self-worth, and my physical body to not make me look like a man in my private region anymore. I have had to wear long shirts, and never a bath suit for 20 years to hide my mons pubis, I pray I do not have to live the rest of my years doing so. I will not have that kind of money again for many years to come as we are just regular people working paycheck to paycheck and every now and then being able to spend extra on something like fishing or camping. I am asking if there is anyone out there willing to help my situation so I correct my disfigurement and feel like a lady after 20 years? Thank you for reading my story, God Bless.
This is one of the post surgery photos that left me disfigured.
