Let me start with introductions- I'm Fayth. I'm an 18 year old college student, whose been in braces for the past 10 months. Why braces in college, you might ask. Well, when I started braces for the first time in 8th grade, my orthodontist explained to me that I had an over-growing lower jaw. My uncle had the same problem, so it didn't come out of the blue, but it was bad enough that it would cause problems down the road. My options were either wear a monstrosity of a piece of metal on my face to hold my jaw back all through high school (yeah right) or jaw surgery. I opted for the second, and I don't regret it- yet. So, we did cosmetic braces on the top teeth so I wouldn't look funny through school.
I got my second set of braces on July 16th, 2009- my one-way ticket to a new face and smile. I met with the surgeon in the fall of 2009 for some preliminary analysis, and I'm heading back tomorrow for my first consult. I'm just excited to get the ball rolling on this- i'm tired of jaw popping, headaches, and being embarassed of my smile and my face.
Thats not the only reason that my summer is going to suck, however. Jaw surgery alone, I can handle. However, my wonderful boyfriend of almost 3 and a half years left 2 and a half weeks ago for basic training for the army- and won't be home until August.
So, not only am I having my face broken and re-arranged this summer, I will also be trying to keep my sanity while my other half and support system is learning how to fight for his country, without being able to help me through this.
So, I'm sorry for anyone who is reading this for the soul purpose of getting information on lower jaw surgery. I will try to give out as much information on my experience as I can, I just need a place to let out my joy, sadness, and frustration of the whole experience.
I'm planning on this being the longest summer of my life. I'm planning on sharing Cameron and I's story soon so you can understand why I am 18 years old and hell-bent on marrying him. I also promise to have more information about my upcoming surgery and adventures in orthodontics tomorrow, when I actually understand what is going on.
Things, I feel, are just finally starting to fall in place for the summer. After a week of not hearing from Cameron at all, he calls me out of the blue. He's only a week into red phase, and he got to call me- I feel like thats kind of a big deal. We didn't talk long, but hearing him just say hello was enough to make me cry from sheer happiness. He did the confidence course and the rappel tower today- and rocked both of them. I am so proud of him. He called just to let me know that he is surprisingly enjoying himself and that he loves me- he is so good to me! The call was cut short by a yelling drill sergeant, but he can't be too mean if he let my man call me tonight!
The worst part of his training is almost over, and I am confident that we will both get through it, and it will make us stronger in the end. Also, my surgeon's visit tomorrow means I get a date to get my face broken! Hoorah!
You see- here's the plan. I'm not ready (as far as I know) for surgery yet, but fingers crossed I can get it in mid July. This will enable me to not only go down for Cameron's mid-cycle pass off base, but to have a new face for him to look at in time for his August 20th graduation!
So, fingers crossed and prayers whispered- I'm going to bed.
Au demain,
Fayth.
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