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I Don’t Miss My Breast Implants
I’m a different person to the girl who ‘needed’ them
“You’re going to miss those!” The consultant tried to convince me, but I wasn’t interested in his opinion.
The breast implants I’d had for the last twenty years had ruptured, leaving me with a host of chronic health issues.
Once he had his go at selling me a new pair, he agreed to add me to the waiting list for ‘explant’ removal surgery.
The scans showed that free-floating lumps of silicone gel had wandered into my axillary lymph nodes. Although surgery wouldn’t reach those pieces – they were stuck in my armpits for life – I could have the remainder of the implants removed.
At least the main source of the trouble would be gone. Maybe now my long-suffering body could start the process of healing from my collection of ‘mystery symptoms.’
Maybe now my family doctor would start to take my chronic fatigue seriously.
He had been adamant that my breast lump was a cyst, and my chronic fatigue was depression-related. But that breast lump was a part of my ruptured implants breaking away.
I was sure my chronic fatigue was connected to the rupture too.
