#transmandad

We’ve seen countless specialists, GP’s, been to several different hospitals, he’s had exploratory procedures and scans and MRI’s... and they still don’t know what’s going on. Long story short, Mr. K has blood in his urine, almost constantly. It’s terrifying not only for him (as though a 15 year old dude wants to pull his junk out, pee into cups and have a camera shoved up his urethra?!) but we are legit petrified.

Trying to maintain a brave front for him is exhausting, and my Wife and I are holding each other up. I’m so lucky to have her.

K is taking it in his stride - we’re working with his school around playing sports, as it exacerbates his pain and his Year Advisor is being fantastic about informing all of his teachers regarding K not being able to submit a few assignments on time etc.

I promised an update a while back, then promptly never got around to writing it. It’s been so long and there’s so much to say that I often attempt to begin only to find myself pretty overwhelmed with the task. 

I’ll do my best, even if it’s only short.

K turns 13 this weekend. It’s ridiculous that I can even say that - thirteen. He’s grown so much, entered High School (!) and is loving having more independence. Due to our rural locale, he has to get up early and catch the bus to his school - then in reverse. This see’s him have longer hours than a lot of 9-5ers, and at first we were concerned about how this would impact him. 

To his credit, he’s taken things in his stride. He adores his campus and his teachers, and his last school report is the best one we’ve ever had yet. It’s such a lovely change to see him enjoy school for the first time since we moved here. 

I taught him how to shave recently, too. We got his school photos back about 4 weeks after they were taken, and in the photo his moustache was significant and noticable! His school is fairly strict on a no-facial-hair policy, and on a whim I decided to teach him how to wet shave. I’m a bit proponent of old school style wet shaving with a badger hair brush, shave soap and a double edged razor. Needless to say, kiddo got a bic and used my brush and soap. He only had to shave his moustache, and he missed the edges so I had to help get those.  I’m not going to lie, it was quite emotional. My Wife snapped a photo of the process and I will cherish that. 

What else? He’s begun singling me out to ask more questions relating to men, as opposed to his Mum. That’s new, because he’s always been a Mumma’s boy. This is apparently a developmental milestone in kid’s teenage years. 

Let me tell you, my kid loves to take selfies.

I know I have answered this before, but upon checking my FAQ’s I couldn’t find it either. Apologies for that.

I had a double incision without nipple grafts. My nipples were removed entirely in the first surgery, and my incisions left to heal. Once the initial surgery was healed, my surgeon then surgically created new nipples from my skin, while I was under twilight sedation. This was actually amazing to watch, something from nothing. Once the nipples themselves were healed, I then had my areola and pigmentation of the nipples cosmetically tattooed on.

This way, I got to choose the exact size, color and location of my nipples entirely and my surgeon did not have to focus on anything other than achieving the best possible male contour for my chest. It is the procedure my surgeon reccomended, although they do the “traditional” nipple graft variation alongside peri-areola also.