I never minded having implants. In fact, I considered myself quite lucky to live in an age when they were possible. But I minded not having them quite a bit.
When I awoke from anesthesia, however, I had a surprise. The surgeon had found evidence of an infection. He started me on IV anti-biotics and had me admitted. I could get a new implant when the wound healed, in four months.
At first, I railed. Not because the implant had been removed. There was no option; I knew that. But I had no chance to mentally prepare for not having a breast. Although my actual mastectomies were 19 years earlier, I had immediate reconstruction. There was never a period when I was actually without a breast…until now. The next morning, the nurse removed my dressing, and I gazed at my left breast, where the implant had been.
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