I have passed all of he hurdles for Gender Re-assignment surgery. The VA did all of my pre-op tests and decided I needed to se a cardiologist to clear me for surgery. On the fourth of September I was cleared and now am ready for the 17th of September at 6:20 AM. My surgery will be in Bristol, Pennsylvania at the Lower bucks Hospital. Dr. Sherman leis (lease) will be performing the surgery.
I live a little over an hour from Dr. Leis's office which is in Bala Cynwyd (pronounced Kinwood), Pennsylvania. His office number is 1-610-667-1888. or you can find him on the internet under The Philadelphia Center for Transgender Surgery.

I know I haven't been on the site much lately. I've been busy with getting my house changed inside by repainting and adding new cabinets. the cabinets are being created without blueprints. and I have had a new floor put down on my kitchen.

I have been keeping a journal since the doctor and I made the date for surgery. I have noticed a change in my attitude and my demeanor. My letters from my Psychologist and Psychiatrist have been written and sent. My therapist wrote a letter as she wanted to be part of my GRS. I was able to do a signature loan for the surgery from my credit union. What I once thought improbable is now become reality.

Through this process of making arrangement for surgery I have been cast out of my family tree of cousins who feel I am mentally ill adjusted. To them I wrote a scathing note two days ago thanking them for their cooperation and support in a life choice that I was dealt at birth. I thanked them for being snooty and having a silver spoon stuck up their rectum. I probably overstepped my bounds but most likely hit the nail on the head and rankled a few feathers doing it.

I've become very sensitive in the past year, as well as very caring. My money is sparse helping out the less fortunate people who have entered my life. I want to enjoy myself but its sometimes rough and demanding on me and I lose sleep and my cognitive thinking goes awry. That is when I have in the home accidents. Chairs are not ladders for painting or other odd jobs. that I learned several times in the past couple of months. I've weight test the floor several times and ended up on my back and sore and stiff for a few days.

I almost thought about getting that life alert button but I wouldn't wear it so it would not be functional for me. I could put it on a stray dog and let the Alert people try and find the dog.

any way just thought I'd share. The only thing about me that will change is I'm going from an outie to an innie.