Category Archives: Gynecomastia

Latest news on my husband’s light mastectomy

Earlier this week, hubby had his follow-up appointment with the specialist who did his surgery. All had went well and the non-cancerous mass, otherwise known as a Gynecomastia was successfully removed from my husband’s right breast. As a result of the surgery though, he had built up quite a large amount of fluid, (occasionally, a doctor will put a drainage tube in the breast, but in my husband’s case he did not think it was necessary). Yet, he did think there was quite a bit of fluid which needed to be taken out.

Next thing we see, is a very large syringe, which the doctor immediately jabs up into the breast. How my husband didn’t yell some profanity is beyond me, because if that had been my breast, well, I wouldn’t be able to write the words. Either way, the syringe is in the breast quickly filling up with fluid, when the doctor asks his intern for another barrel, then another, then another, then another, well you get the drift. After all the fluid was drained, hubby figures the doctor removed about a tenth of a litre. My husband’s breast is now deflated and he is now left with a dent. He is not impressed. A scar fine, a dent not fine.

After we leave the office, he turns to me, and says “With all your technological gadgets, why on earth did you not pull out your cell phone and record this?” I respond “Well I was so taken aback by that needle being rammed into your breast…… f***, really?”

My husband’s surgery

This past Friday, hubby went in for surgery on his breast, a light mastectomy were the exact words the anaesthesiologist used, not something a man or woman wants to hear. It was back in August of 2012, that he first noticed the lump, we called, well actually I called the doctor immediately and he saw hubby the next day. An appointment with the specialist was made, thank goodness we/he did not have to wait long for that appointment either. A biopsy was taken with the specialist telling us there was nothing to worry about. Yet, it wasn’t until the next appointment that the doctor explained hubby had what was called a Gynecomastia (for those not familiar with the term, it is enlarged breast tissue). Hubby could leave it, or if it bothered him, he could have it removed. We decided, he would have the lump removed because it hurt when he tried to lay on his right side for any length of time or if someone grabbed his breast (that would be me, in those, you know, weak moments). As it turned out, the gynecomastia became much larger, so to have it removed was the right decision.

On Friday, I dropped him off in front of the hospital for his day surgery. The children (23, 20 & 18 years of age) were not impressed that I had just “kicked him out of the car” (hubby’s words). The twenty-three year old had bused in the night before, while the other two, being away at university could only wait for updates from mom by phone. I reassured them that their father would be fine without me there, and the hospital would call if there was a problem which there wouldn’t be. I also reminded them, that I had been by myself when I had had my back surgery (yes, their father would have been there if he could, but the kids were very young and we didn’t have a babysitter). I was a horrible wife they all decided. 

Since I had dropped him off at 8:30 a.m., and the operation wasn’t until 10:30 a.m., I knew it would be hours until I heard anything. About two hours after his operation, I phoned the hospital only to be told that he was still in recovery so they would not be able to give me an update yet. I reassured myself and the children their father, my husband was fine. Another hour went by, the phone rang, hubby was doing very well (huge sigh of relief) and I could pick him up in about forty-five minutes, but to bring a wheelchair. A wheelchair? Apparently the hospital prefers patients be wheeled out, rather than them walking out on their own. Thank goodness the eldest was with me, since I walk with a cane and there was no way I would be able to push hubby in a wheelchair.

When we arrived at the hospital, we found hubby doing amazingly well. The first words from my lips, not hello, but “they gave you morphine, didn’t they?” Hubby smiled, and said “you know with my eye’s closed, there are all these really cool colours”. The eldest laughed, all was fine. She texted her brother and sister, while I got his prescriptions and instructions from the nurse. Hubby sat in the wheelchair and the eldest had a hoot pushing her dad to the van. Now the real fun begins, he is home, off work for two weeks. So which one of us will do the other in first?

Light Mastectomy

Update on my husband’s breast lump

Today we received the results of my husband’s mammogram, and it is good news. Hubby does not have breast cancer, he has Gynecomastia. Gynecomastia according to the Mayo clinic is enlarged breast tissue. There are many different reasons for Gynecomastia and in my husband’s case, it would appear it was caused by the steroids he was prescribed after his bike – car accident.

A couple of years ago, hubby was on his way home from a nice bike ride when an SUV pulled out in front of him. Hubby and his bike hit the side of the SUV, which resulted in him flying over the front hood of the vehicle landing hard on the cement sidewalk. We were not home when the accident occurred a block away from our house. There were many witnesses to the accident who wanted to call an ambulance but hubby was stubborn and decided to walk him and his bicycle home. When I arrived home later, I found hubby soaking in our swimming pool. He refused to go to the hospital and boy did I yell at him, until he finally agreed to see our doctor the next day. He was wearing a helmet when he was hit, but after such a trauma, a doctor should be seen because not all injuries are obvious. So the next day, x-rays and ultrasounds were done to make sure there were no fractures in his hip or elbow. The tests showed that he didn’t break anything, he just had many bumps and bruises. (I have some really nice pictures of the injury but I thought it was best not to show his butt, someone may be offended, though I do think his ass bum is quite cute!)

The results of the tests showed hubby had something called a hematoma, a collection of blood under the skin. After a course of prescribed steroids, the hematoma did not decrease, so the doctor tried to drain it. A very large needle was stabbed numerous times into the hip, but nothing came out. He would just have to wait until it disappeared on its own. Two years later, the hematoma is still there on his hip, though very small now, yet as a result of the steroids he has Gynecomastia. We have decided that the best course of action in his case is to have surgery because it will get larger over time and I really don’t want hubby to have to borrow one of my bras!