Note This is 6th of 10 private posts which I have decided to make public in the hope someone somewhere may find help and comfort from them. I am not a medical practitioner. Always seek professional advice before doing anything that will impact your health or mental wellbeing.
Written on 15 June 2018
Yesterday, my wife and I took our latest trip to Edinburgh for another appointment at the gender specialist. Meeting with the doctor, we went over the psychiatric assessment together. The doctor confirmed that both she and the psychiatrist were happy for me to move forward with the bilateral orchiectomy surgery (testicles removal) and for me to start taking Oestrogen six weeks after the surgery was completed.
This is something I had been secretly waiting for since the 1990’s. It was determined that at my age pills were best avoided and that I should try the Oestrogen patches. These you stick on your tummy or bottom, and they slowly release into your body throughout the day. I was given a prescription and it was like I had just been handed a Willy Wonka Golden Ticket.
Then we discussed possible local surgeons that could perform the orchiectomy operation. We agreed on one surgeon who, I was told, whilst lacking a sense of humour and bedside manner was very good at his job. That sounded fine, I wasn’t going to see him for his personality, just his skills.
The hour long appointment once again was thoroughly relaxed, and for me life affirming. Just being able to talk to someone about my thoughts and wishes means so much. Using my savings to go private is not something everyone can do, but for me it was worth every penny not to feel like an inconvenience.
We picked up the patches on the way home just to make sure I finally had them in my possession.
NOTE: I know this was a rather dull (in truth most of this process is) so I’m posting Pt 7 later today to make up for that 🙂