I am ready to be deconstructed.
Four
and a half years ago, after a mastectomy that removed my right breast, 2
silicon implants were placed in my chest. The one on the right
replaced the breast that was removed. The smaller one on the left was
supposedly put it to make it more "match" the fake right breast. The
left breast needed a lift.
It
didn't work out so well, cosmetically. Actually, the lifted left
breast "looks" pretty good, but it doesn't even come close to matching
the silicon blob that protrudes from my right chest. The right implant
never "settled", so it sits high on my chest, almost to my collarbone.
I've heard the doctor say that it is "too large". I think he means
large, width-wise, because every time I extend my right arm I feel a
pinch in my underarm area. This is especially annoying when I swim.
For the
last year or more my breasts have become more and more painful. There
is a constant ache around the right implant. I recently had an MRI to
check and see if anything was wrong, but that came back with a diagnosis
of "everything looks fine" in there, meaning that the implant was not
leaking. I suspect that it is muscle pain, because the implant is
actually under the pectoral muscle, and the muscle feels stretched and
strained. It is especially painful when it is cold outside.
Anyway,
I've had enough. I want the implant(s) out and am ok with being flat
chested on one side. I'm not sure how the left breast will look with
the implant out. Like a deflated balloon? But a plastic surgeon should
be able to do something about that, shouldn't he?
Much as I
don't like the idea of someone cutting on me, I want this done. I
can't wait to be free of my silicon chest. For more than 4 years I've
felt like I had a plate of armor weighing down on me. I don't hug
people closely - I always hold them just a little bit a part from me.
I'm protecting myself and I'm embarrassed by this barrier that is in
me. I'm afraid to be touched on or around my chest. This all makes me
sad.
I'm ready to let it all go. The silicon, the fear. I want my body back, even if it is wounded and flawed.
My appointment is on Tuesday, and that is when I will schedule the surgery.
[My gosh, I notice in the post below, written more than 3 years ago, I am saying much of what I say today. Funny that it has taken me 3 years to get to the place where I am ready to go through another surgery.]