I was up early today in order to get set off to Perth in good time. I had two tasks today, first was to take the old body off the Amarok to a guy who deals in them for accident repair jobs. It must be a fairly profitable business judging by the amount of stock he has at his warehouse. He paid me $550 for mine delivered but if you happen to damage just the tailgate and priced up a replacement it would cost between $1500 and $2000 so it is cheap stock if you can afford to keep them until someone wants one! Then it was a drive to west Perth to see my gender specialist. I haven’t seen him since March last year so there was lots to tell. He is a lovely man, he has been very caring with me since he dropped the bombshell about me being born intersex in December 2015 and today was always going to be difficult as I seem to have complex issues which need attention. We talked for some time about the things which have happened to me since I last saw him then as I expected he asked if he could take a look. I undressed and laid on the bed with most of me covered up. He said he was going press in various areas and asked me if it hurt, he started quite high up which was fine but the nearer he got to the swollen area the more it hurt. He also pressed at the sides and the edges of my pubic bone before announcing that he thought it is bone issue rather than a tissue problem which he said is treatable. Then came the bombshell, he pulled the cover down, looked at me and said “wow, what a mess, you must be very disappointed” I couldn’t answer, the tears just rolled down my face, he apologised for being blunt, I dried my eyes and told him I am indeed very disappointed. I got dressed and went back down to his desk. We talked about options for treatment and options for further surgery. I must have been with him for almost an hour and as much as I was upset about what he said it is only the truth and I already knew it.
This brings me to something I just have to mention. I am so blessed to have all of these professional people around me who care about me. My doctor, the psychologist, the gender specialist, even the lovely lady who does my IPL treatments who’s machine broke on Wednesday so she couldn’t do my treatment and therefore doesn’t earn any money, they all care for me for some reason. Then there is my lovely neighbour who does my beauty treatments, I am so lucky to have all these people around to support me and to take some of the pressure off my poor suffering parter Denise. I will get through this rough time and come out the other side a stronger person.