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you might be able to take more and the next time it might be less. However, my limit’s one hundred cc’s at a time. In calculating everything, it will take approximately two to four months from the first fill to get to where we are able to place the permanent implant.”
“Am I awake for the fills?” Please say no, please say no, pretty pretty please say no!
“Yes, you’re awake, but you don’t need to watch. You’ll feel some pressure and mild discomfort, but it’s a fairly simple procedure. Have you thought about if you want saline or silicone implants?”
Smooth change of subject, I thought, and replied, “Not really, but I think I want saline. I’ve heard that there isn’t a problem if they leak and they’re safer. All the horror stories of silicone over the years makes me hesitant.”
“That’s fair. We don’t have to make the decision right now, but in my professional opinion, I would suggest that you consider silicone. Generally, most mastectomy patients find the silicone implants are more comfortable and less rigid.”
Reaching into another drawer, he pulled out two more heavy-duty water balloons. These were full, and he handed one to me and one to Noah. He was like a magician with a magic hat, only he was pulling out fake boobs instead of rabbits.
I was holding one that appeared to be filled with gel, and he explained. “Silicone implants are now manufactured with mesh inside the capsule, and the silicone adheres to it, so if there’s a rupture, the silicone stays attached to the mesh and doesn’t leak out. I’ve been using them since they were reintroduced to the market, and I’ve been very pleased with their performance.”
Noah looked at it with curiosity and couldn’t help the smirk on his face. Yep. Men and fake boobs. Need I say more?
“What?” he asked sarcastically when he noticed me glaring at him. I shook my head and couldn’t help but smile, trying my best to find the humor in this.
I’m picking out boobs like you would pick out melons at the grocery store. “Do I get to pick the size?”
“Yes, you do; however, I’ll need to see what we are working with as the amount of skin available may limit how big you can go.” He stood and opened a cabinet and pulled out my new favorite top . . . a pink paper gown. “I’m going to step out for a moment so you can slip this on. Please undress from the waist up and keep the opening in the front.”
A light blush crossed my face as I took it from him before he left the room. This attractive man, who was now my doctor, asked me to strip my top off so he could see my boobs . . . in front of my husband. I felt like I was in the twilight zone or the beginning of a cheesy-ass porn movie!
Looking at Noah, it didn’t seem to bother him in the least, so I quickly stripped out of my top and slid on the pink paper gown and took a seat on the exam table.
Another knock at the door, and Dr. Forrester appeared, followed by woman. She was about my height with light brown hair and hazel eyes. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, if I had to guess. “This is Elizabeth, my assistant. She’ll be the one scheduling your surgery and appointments moving forward and will be present during all exams. She’ll be a great resource for you.”
I smiled politely at her, and she smiled back.
Dr. Forrester washed his hands and stepped toward me. “Let’s see what we have to work with.”
I opened my gown slowly and was suddenly feeling apprehensive. My boobs felt disgusting, and I hated them right now.
“Well, the good news is that you have larger breasts to begin with, looks like a full D?”
“Yes, you’re correct.” Oh my god. He guessed my bra size. How embarrassing. “And that’s a good thing because?”
“Having larger breasts to begin with leaves more skin, which makes the expansion easier without the concern of stretching the skin too thin. If there isn’t enough skin, we’re limited by how large we can go due to the
“Am I awake for the fills?” Please say no, please say no, pretty pretty please say no!
“Yes, you’re awake, but you don’t need to watch. You’ll feel some pressure and mild discomfort, but it’s a fairly simple procedure. Have you thought about if you want saline or silicone implants?”
Smooth change of subject, I thought, and replied, “Not really, but I think I want saline. I’ve heard that there isn’t a problem if they leak and they’re safer. All the horror stories of silicone over the years makes me hesitant.”
“That’s fair. We don’t have to make the decision right now, but in my professional opinion, I would suggest that you consider silicone. Generally, most mastectomy patients find the silicone implants are more comfortable and less rigid.”
Reaching into another drawer, he pulled out two more heavy-duty water balloons. These were full, and he handed one to me and one to Noah. He was like a magician with a magic hat, only he was pulling out fake boobs instead of rabbits.
I was holding one that appeared to be filled with gel, and he explained. “Silicone implants are now manufactured with mesh inside the capsule, and the silicone adheres to it, so if there’s a rupture, the silicone stays attached to the mesh and doesn’t leak out. I’ve been using them since they were reintroduced to the market, and I’ve been very pleased with their performance.”
Noah looked at it with curiosity and couldn’t help the smirk on his face. Yep. Men and fake boobs. Need I say more?
“What?” he asked sarcastically when he noticed me glaring at him. I shook my head and couldn’t help but smile, trying my best to find the humor in this.
I’m picking out boobs like you would pick out melons at the grocery store. “Do I get to pick the size?”
“Yes, you do; however, I’ll need to see what we are working with as the amount of skin available may limit how big you can go.” He stood and opened a cabinet and pulled out my new favorite top . . . a pink paper gown. “I’m going to step out for a moment so you can slip this on. Please undress from the waist up and keep the opening in the front.”
A light blush crossed my face as I took it from him before he left the room. This attractive man, who was now my doctor, asked me to strip my top off so he could see my boobs . . . in front of my husband. I felt like I was in the twilight zone or the beginning of a cheesy-ass porn movie!
Looking at Noah, it didn’t seem to bother him in the least, so I quickly stripped out of my top and slid on the pink paper gown and took a seat on the exam table.
Another knock at the door, and Dr. Forrester appeared, followed by woman. She was about my height with light brown hair and hazel eyes. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, if I had to guess. “This is Elizabeth, my assistant. She’ll be the one scheduling your surgery and appointments moving forward and will be present during all exams. She’ll be a great resource for you.”
I smiled politely at her, and she smiled back.
Dr. Forrester washed his hands and stepped toward me. “Let’s see what we have to work with.”
I opened my gown slowly and was suddenly feeling apprehensive. My boobs felt disgusting, and I hated them right now.
“Well, the good news is that you have larger breasts to begin with, looks like a full D?”
“Yes, you’re correct.” Oh my god. He guessed my bra size. How embarrassing. “And that’s a good thing because?”
“Having larger breasts to begin with leaves more skin, which makes the expansion easier without the concern of stretching the skin too thin. If there isn’t enough skin, we’re limited by how large we can go due to the
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