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“Dr. Tran is highly skilled”
I had an amazing experience with Dr. Tran and his staff. They made me feel so comfortable from the moment I walked in. Dr. Tran is a true professional who really cares about his patients. All the staff are just as amazing as well, my patient care coordinator was so thoughtful and always made sure I had all my questions answered. Not only is the customer service top notch but the Dr. Tran is highly skilled and I am very pleased with my results, I got exactly what I envisioned! Thank you!
“Very Caring and Gentle”
A meaningful and thoughtful Christmas gift from my long time and loyal patient
“A Doctor Visit I Look Forward To”
Dr. Tran is wonderful! He is a Doctor visit I look forward to.
Actual office patient’s review on Realself.com
“Breast Reduction changed my life!!” (click on the link to read the review on Realself.com)
“I LOVE my results!”
“Thank you for taking such good care of my husband”
Thank you for taking such good care of my husband. As always your time, surgical skill and kindness was very much appreciated.
“You are the best surgeon/doctor I have ever had…”
After suffering an injury in March, I lost hope of even being able to fully function the same way as in the past. Through surgery, you were able to get me back to great health. You are the best surgeon/doctor I have ever had to deal with. I will be appreciative for your services for the rest of my life.
I would like to tell you what a pleasure it has been getting to know you over the last few weeks. Your compassion and sense of humor have made these icky procedures very tolerable, you have been a true blessing to me and so many others. Thank you!
“I am a satisfied customer”
Thank you for the great job you have done with my plastic surgery. I am a nurse who was referred by another nurse. You did an excellent job with no complaints from her. I am ecstatic with my finished product of my breast reduction. I will be recommending other to you. I am a satisfied customer.
“I highly recommend him for any surgery needed”
You are awesome!!! You have been great with my 94 year old mother. The excellent care you have given her made a enormous difference in her recovery!
You did a great job on my procedure. I highly recommend him for any surgery needed.
“You are my superstar surgeon!”
Thanks for being a ROCKSTAR!! you made the process too easy and were always available to answer my annoying questions! Your staff is great as well, they always made me feel comfortable. You are my superstar surgeon!
“You are a great surgeon…”
I am so happy with my tummy tuck results. My stomach has never looked better and has made my life better. I have always worked out and stayed in shape, but after having my daughter 10 years ago my tummy was never the same. So I am thankful to Dr. Tran for he did an Awesome job on my tummy tuck!
You are a great surgeon and have a great patient report.
“I was standing in front of one of those awkward…”
3 Dec 2014 | 5 months post
I was standing in front of one of those awkward three-paneled mirrors in the dressing room, getting my first bra fitting in almost two years. I already knew what the bra saleswoman would say. She’d tell me my boobs were huge, and that I couldn’t wear any of the cute bras I had been looking at outside. But my sister was getting married, and as the maid of honor, I needed a bra for the dress I would wear. As the saleswoman took measurements, I checked my phone, trying to do anything besides catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. But what she finally said stopped me cold.
“You’re a size G.”
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had big boobs. If there wasn’t photographic evidence that proves otherwise, I would think I was born with them. I was never that self-conscious about them, though; sometimes it bothered me that I couldn’t wear dresses without straps or backless dresses, but in a world where many girls pine for double D’s, I often heard from my friends how lucky I was to be well-endowed. So even though my breasts had started giving me terrible shoulder pain and made it impossible to do things like run on the treadmill, I kept quiet.
Last year, I got out of a long relationship and decided to jettison my post-breakup blahs by hitting the gym. That plan derailed when I was unable to lose weight, no matter what I did. When I visited a doctor for some medical tests to find out what was wrong, she mentioned that I looked larger than I truly was and that much of my weight on my 5-foot frame was, surprise…my boobs. I realized then that the shoulder pain that I had felt didn’t have to be my reality. I finally felt that it was time to look into my options.
I called up a plastic surgeon my parents were friends with and finally admitted to the back pain, and to the fact that I often couldn’t sit up straight, as my core wasn’t strong enough to hold up my own boobs. He recommended a breast reduction.
To be honest, the idea of surgery freaked me out. I devoted two months to debating if I really wanted it. My insurance company told me that they’d cover the procedure, but as I looked at photos of post-surgery scars, I wondered if it was really worth it. But when I spoke with friends and family who had had the surgery, their responses were always the same: “My only regret is that I didn’t do it earlier.”
I took a deep breath and made the appointment.
One early July morning, I went under the knife. The surgery took three hours, during most of which I was sitting up strapped into a chair, so the surgeon could see how my breasts would fall while standing. He made three incisions: one around my nipple, one down the middle of my breast and one underneath. This allowed him to remove fat evenly. After I woke up, groggy from the anesthesia, my body felt like I’d had a cinder block dropped on it.
The first three days were absolutely horrible. I could hardly sit up, and I was wrapped in my bandages so tightly that I could barely breathe. I felt claustrophobic in my own body.
Three days after the surgery, I had my first doctor’s visit, which I’ll never forget. I hadn’t been allowed to shower since before the surgery. My hair was a nest in a way I didn’t know was possible, and I wore a plaid flannel my friend had bought me for the occasion that said “I Hate Everyone” on the back because at the time I did. I was so scared, I could have vomited.
The medical staff took off my wrappings and my drains. (Drains are, hands down, the grossest thing ever; they’re small plastic tubes that drain all fluid that builds up from the surgery.) When the nurse finally removed the gauze, I grabbed for my breasts. The surgeon laughed and reminded me, “Those are yours, they are all you. You can keep them.” But I still felt as though there was no way these things were mine to keep. I worried, even though it made no sense, that if I leaned too far forward, they’d slip right off me.
Each day after that got a little easier. Within a week, two rounds of my stitches were removed. The rest would dissolve themselves. I was told it would take six to eight weeks for the swelling to go down and that I should massage my scars to reduce scar tissue from building. Within three weeks, I was back at work.
I told very few people about what I’d done, but everyone immediately started making comments like, “You look different, did you get your hair cut?” and “Did you lose weight? You look great.” No one was sure what had changed, but the fact that people noticed something made me smile. Soon, I was able to head back into the gym, and I ran on the treadmill for the first time since I had to run a mile to pass gym in junior high. I wore a size small T-shirt, and later that night, I stood in front of the mirror and cried. For the first time, I wasn’t controlled and confined by the limits of my own body.
A few weeks after heading into the gym, I went bra shopping, like I had so many months before when the saleswoman first told me I would fit into a size G bra. The carpet was light pink and there was jazz music playing, and I felt like I’d entered a gynecologist’s office. I wasn’t even sure where to start in the lingerie department. I felt as though I’d never been there before.
I walked slowly as I looked at all the bra options, not even sure what I could and couldn’t wear now. I picked up a purple semi bra and quickly put it down, thinking there was no way I could possibly fit into that. A saleswoman who was probably my mom’s age came over and asked if I needed help, and I felt like a little girl as I told her I was unsure what size my breasts were. She laughed and told me that we’d find out. She asked me to take her around the store and show her things that I thought were pretty. As she led me around, I must have looked totally lost. “I can wear everything in here?” I asked. She laughed again. “Yes, you can.” Like the proverbial kid in the candy store, I tried on dozens of options, all different shapes and sizes. Three hours later, I giddily left the store with a bra selection so pretty I wanted to display it on my coffee table.
Months later I still find myself staring at my chest when I walk past mirrors. Would I say that the breast reduction has been a magic, confidence-boosting wand for my self-consciousness? No. But would I say that when I look at my body now, I see something I truly love? Yes. And that makes the pain and the scars — which have almost all faded already — worth everything. When I try on something I couldn’t wear before, or when I run a mile without a problem, I smile to myself. These weren’t the boobs that came naturally, but they’re mine, and for the first time, I love them.