My experience 15 years after breast implant...
Called Dr.s office to get my new pre-op appointment and surgery date....
I have my dates!!!!
So once I hear back from my mammogram the first week of October I will post my current pictures of scarred breast. Remember this is a repair on my breast of an implant that broke threw my skin and I had them removed and left with a disfiguring scar on the side it broke threw. That happened to me in 1999.
I did the rice test and my husband helped me pick a size. The doctor brings in three sizes to O.R. So it looks like I am going with 375 400 415. He picks the size that works best for me in surgery. I will mention my choices at my pre - op. Anyone know if this rice test is a good way to go? I put it in a sports bra. It looked pretty good. :)
This feels terrible
Full story that brought me to this point
Everyone I knew including my current boyfriend begged me not to do it since my itty bitty 's were so pretty the way they were. Now my sister was like a double D since birth it seemed and we were like one year apart in age. Went threw high school together, shared friends, boyfriends , same pretty looks and nice figures ...... All except the boobs. So I was always made fun of......by everyone. "Where were my boobs" as funny as it was to them I wasn't laughing and got a complex.
So me and my double D sister left for Florida to get me some boobies. We actually call my sister D.D. So from now on in my post that's how I will refer to her. So D.D. And I head to the the surgeons office. Everyone was so great in the office. I meet the Dr. He was young, charming, handsome and professional. I felt very confident. I go in for surgery and wake up......coming out of surgery for me sucks. Chills and convulsions were not fun. But we head to the hotel and I am up and feeling great in a 1/2 a day. A few more days go by and I go into the office for my check up before I head home. I told him I didn't feel right. Like something is wrong and one side was bothering me more than the other. He said that's all normal even my low grade fever. Which contributed to my "not feeling right" feeling. So he said your safe to go home. My sister and I get on the plane and head home.
As I was in recovery at home in bed I still was running a fever and in some pain on one side. "Normal" so I decide I will feel better if I get up and go see my friends at work. They noticed I was very medicated. Over in fact. They asked why I seemed high as a kite? I told them I was strictly following the pain med. as directed on the bottle since my one side was in a lot of pain. They all agreed I looked insanely good but needed to get take home and back to bed. Since I was raised by a pack of wolves these ladies were my family that truly loved me so I went home and back to bed. My fever got worse, in fact it shot up. I called the surgeon and he said I had to hop on a flight out something was wrong. Being very young I did not have money saved for an emergency. At 20 your invincible anyway.....nothing was going to go wrong and the surgeon and office workers did not prepare me for such an emergency.
So I asked my current boyfriend to drive me to Florida.....sick ugh.....fortunately I don't remember anything but him being very pissed! I get to the P.S. he tells me I have a bad infection on one side of my breast and it needs to be flushed out possibly removed. I gave him very strict and serious instructions about NOT bringing me out of surgery with one breast. He felt that the other one was fine leave it alone and if one needs to be removed I could keep one and come back in three months to put the infected one back when it was healed. Now in his world that makes good reasoning. But in my world, with my job based on how I looked......it just was not possible. I would have no income and no way to pay my bills let alone get back to Florida for surgery. So I made it clear.....don't wake me up with one implant.
Well guess what happened next. I went in surgery to have him take a look and see if he could save the infected implant. Nope! He woke me up with one implant. So I made him put me out again and remove it! Oh what fun!
I recovered and went back to the girl who recommended this P.S. and told her what happened. I can't remember how I came to find this out by either this girl or just being in the P.S. office. But the P.S. who did my surgery was the younger brother of the much older and experienced P.S. that i was really suppose to go to and that did my friends surgery. When your twenty everyone seems old when they are older than yourself. So I didn't think inexperience when I meet him. I guess it makes no difference. But there were two brothers - P.S. with the same last name practicing in the same office. One inexperienced and one experienced.
So the older brother of the P.S. calls me since I pitched a fit in there office about going against my decisions which resulted in me being putting out three times in a week and not listening to me and sending me back to N.J. When I had a fever and told him I was not feeling right......that I was feeling worse as the days went on and not feeling better. Honestly the P.S didn't even mention the pain pills and Valium were only to be taken as needed and not every three hours like the bottle said too! Ahh.....I was 20 What did I know! Well I did know he should have taken them both out. So any how the older brother invites me back for three months later tells me he is putting in my boobs free of charge and promises I will have no more problems again. Let me tell you .....that sounded great! Especially after giving a 20 year old boobs for a week and taking them back. It's like being told you won the lottery then someone taking back and said just kidding!
So three months later I fly back and have the older brother P.S. give me boobs. They looked great. I loved them too. So did all my friends and it started a implant craze everyone went and got implants after I got home.
Now this story is fifteen years old so I am missing a detail of surgery here. So sorry. But I met my ex husband. I had implants at the time. I remember him going with me to Florida to the P.S. in Florida too. He was there to help me recover from another surgery that I can't remember why I was there. It must have been contracture / implant revision. I have pics of me right after surgery looking great! When I am recovering from surgery I get constipated really bad. So his mother recommended I use a suppository, I was desperate so I did. I did not know it would cause an emergency type of evacuation. So I used the suppository and got in the car. What happens next is almost unbelievable. When I tell this story people roll on the floor laughing and swear I am making it up.
I tell my current ex husband then boyfriend pull over at the next place with a bathroom. Ok it's a fast food joint. I go in and head to the bathroom with serious urgency. There is a young man mopping the floor. He is really into what he is doing. I mean putting all his might into every stroke to mop the floor. I notice he has a mental handi cap. So he tells me to walk past him. I said no that's ok. And wait a sec to find a clear way around him. The man mentions to me that its ok he will wait for me to walk by. Remember I have a real urgency to make it to the restroom. So I said ok and start walking slowly across the wet floor. Now it's maybe two or three days after surgery and all is well. As I am walking this man with all his might pulls back his arm to continue washing the floor, but I had not yet cleared his swing I guess you would call it. So I catch an elbow on the side of my chest. Right where your underwire would be on a bra directly under the arm pit. The pain was unreal. After this mess I went to the P.S. for my last check up to be released to fly home. I told him what happened and showed him the bruise. He was sooooo mad. So I go home.
Years later I develop a problem in the same area. I don't know that the mark the man who elbowed me ever healed completely I can't remember now. All I remember is the skin had a dime size circle that looked bruised and started peeling. My P.S. was not local so I waited a few days and it opened up and fluid gushed out. I seen a few Doctors that flushed it out. And a plastic surgeon that refused to help me. I was due for a cross country move for my husband who was a Marine and was due in California. We had the moving truck ready to go. It could not be put off no matter what. So I packed my boobs up tight in a sports bra hopped in the truck and left. None of this ever hurt from the first sign of an issue to the fast growing bruise like appearance to the bottom of my breast. As soon as I got to California we went to the hospital and they rushed me into surgery.
When I woke up I was in awful pain the worst ever. When they told me why it was because they needed to scrap my chest of accumulated scar tissue. Which I found out years later that this would stop me from being able to breast feed. Now to some that many not be a big deal but to me it was. Made me feel like less of a woman and I felt guilty that my vanity and decisions would effect my future children!
It was so hard to come to terms with my new appearance. I was only 23. I have been like this now for 14, almost 15 years now.
Sorry about typo's
Over the Moon
Changing Plastic Surgeons
Made the call.....
I'm gonna try. Try to be positive and save. Or come to terms with it in the mean time. It's been almost 15 years since the exposure of my implant and removal of my boobs. I haven't come to terms with my appearance yet....... If I continue to post it will be under a new review with Dr. Prichard .
Thanks to anyone who read my story and if you are like me and have scarring from
breast extrusion and want to fix them it's best to find a Plastic Surgeon who has experience fixing them. Don't settle on a Plastic surgeon and HOPE for a good out come like I almost did. Pay the money if you can so you can truly be fixed. What I
came to understand is yes it can be done with the right surgeon. Thank god I found Real Self.
My story continues on the next review please read and see pics
Did not share a plan on how he would address my very rare situation of repairing a breast extrusion scar. Being a man of few words left me feeling scared of what my possible out come would be. His straight forward implant procedure left me wondering how this could possibly correct my problem. To me it seemed my problems would be magnified. My questions and concern lead me to this site and to a physician who seems more qualified and experience in my very rare situation. So I am grateful for Dr. Nagy's consultation because it ultimately steered me in the right direction. I am sure he is a wonderful surgeon. But not the right one for me.