Breast Augmentation: Stories

I was the very last of my friends to go “under the knife.” We talked about plastic surgery constantly – what we would do if we had the money. When I finally got around at age 42 to have a breast augmentation I approached it with absolute certainty. I knew what size (300 cc), what type (saline), what procedure (armpit), I wanted. I actually went into Dr. Lentz’s office for my consultation and told him how to do his job. He smiled, took my hand and said, “let’s talk.” We discussed every option, recovery time, scar potential, nerve sensitivity, and size until we were blue in the face. I tried on implant after implant – with a tee-shirt, without a tee-shirt for what seemed like hours on two separate occasions. He was very patient and allowed me the time to come to my own conclusion about what was best for me and my frame. I ended up going bigger than expected (450cc), selected silicone gel vs. saline and opted to use my nipples as the incision sites. Crazy, right? I must say that I have always had a hard time admitting that I was wrong . . . but NOT THIS TIME! I am amazed by my entire experience and my results. It’s been about 4 months since my surgery and I still wake up and say, “I was wrong - and it was the best thing that has ever happened to me.”