There was a slight complication, of course, since nothing I do is ever easy. We thought the mesh on one side had failed. It turned out the implant was leaking. So, it's good I had decided to do this surgery! The surgeon had talked me into a second mesh, which equals more money. She was already planning to move the implants under the muscle (as my skin just has no elasticity, which is why the implants fell again). So, no one was expecting to open me up and find a leaking implant. They didn't have the size necessary on hand, so someone had to drive new implants from San Francisco to San Jose in commute traffic, while I was under anesthesia. I also now have silicone implants instead of saline (which will eventually equal more money as well). The whole process has been frustrating and expensive.
So, I'm sitting here recovering, and thinking my pole life is likely over. It hurts my body, and I want to treat these new implants with kid gloves. I don't know yet what it means for this blog. It has already been morphing into a blog about life in general. I guess I have plenty of time to decide. In the meantime, enjoy some photos of the progression of my boobies.
|Leaking implant 2018|
|Surviving implant 2018|