I can’t say if it’s real or not. But here’s my own personal story and I’m only at the beginning.
When I was 19 and knew all there is to know about life, I decided to get breast implants despite my parents urging me not to. I was young, and knew everything so no matter what anyone said to me I felt like what I was doing was right.
Would I do it again? Maybe, maybe not. 19 year old me seemed to think it was a great idea with minimal risks.
However fast forward almost 12 years and I’ve reached the point in my life where it’s vital for me to have my breast implants removed.
Each and every year my body takes on some new autoimmune issue. The doctors advise me that the saline implants I have are the safest around, but as the years have gone on it feels like that’s just a misinformed response.
No one knows your body like you do. At least that is how I am feeling.
It seems each day I read some new article about the dangers associated with breast implants.
A quick google search will advise you of some pretty concerning symptoms of breast implant illness. Here’s just a small list of the odd illnesses that seem to plague me
- Joint Pain
- Brain Fog
- Memory Loss
- Temperature intolerance
- Dry skin/Hair
- Sinus Infections
- Recurrent Illness
- Ringing in Ears
- Sharp Pains in breasts
- Food Intolerance
- Irritable Bowel
- Night Sweats
- Swollen Lymphnodes
- Intersistal Cystitis
- Shingles at the young age of 28
The latest health concern to plague me is Costochondritis, in which the doctors advise me has nothing to do with my implants. However I’m not sold. You know how you just know something isn’t right.
It’s a bit concerning that these potential health risks are overlooked by surgeons. But I am not a victim I made a choice, and will use that choice for good. Sharing my story with others will maybe encourage someone else in my position to at least consider the side effects associated with breast implants.
For years I’ve considered having them removed, but life goes on and I set it on the back burner until my most recent trip to the ER involving excruciating chest pain in which I was diagnosed with Costochondritis and given a large quantity of anti inflammatory medication to help alleviate my discomfort.
My recent health scare was enough to give me the push to at least discuss with my doctor my latest concerns. I was given a referral to a plastic surgeon. And most definitely will be going forward with my decision to have these heavy obtrusive implants removed.
It is scary to consider going under the knife again to have them removed but I’m excited and nervous to get back to feeling like myself again. I’m merely at the beginning of this new journey, and I’m not really sure exactly how quickly I can have them removed. The healing process does frighten me, but I’m ready.
This post isn’t to shame someone with implants, I have a lot of friends who absolutely love their implants. To each their own. And I think we all choose to get plastic surgery for different reasons. Mine was vanity, I wanted big boobs and by God I was going to get them.
If given the chance I’m not sure I would go back and forego my original surgery. All of these choices we make in life are for a reason. I don’t know if I would be the same person I am today had I not made that choice 12 years ago.
Life is funny like that. Sometimes lessons are learned the hard way.
This has definitely been a lesson for me. Learning about my body, my health, and finding myself.
I feel like I have a long road ahead of me, but am looking forward to the process and to healing. I hope by sharing my own personal story as it unfolds it brings awareness to breast implants. The good and the bad.