Yup, that's a breast implant. Rather dreamy looking in this photo, don't you think?
Okay, some back story. I've been having an ongoing problem with a seroma (a collection of serous fluid) post surgery. And by that I mean, post mastectomy. As in, a year ago. Anyway, this seroma is the reason I've had to have drains for so long in the past. A seroma forms when there's an empty space in the body. The body does not like empty space so it fills it up with this fluid. (Is the human body a hoarder? It's not for me to say.)
Since the removal of my surgical drain last month, I've been having to go every week to the surgeon's office to have this fluid aspirated. I've tried basically everything to make this thing go away. Every supplement, nutritional thing, every pressure bandage. I tried acupuncture. Nothing worked.
After unveiling my latest seroma squelching scheme, which involved Crayola Model Magic, he suggested we try using a sample implant to fill the void, and just smoosh it down with a sports bra. So he sent me on my way with this little puppy, a 320 cc silicone implant.
It's an odd little thing. I passed it around when I got back to work, and freaked out my coworker when I gave it a tender smack, like the way I pat my dog on the rump.
It's sitting on my kitchen table now. I feel compelled to name it. Maybe because its saline cousin is currently occupying the space under my right pec muscle.
This implant is a medical device, I know. I feel like that should make me squeamish. But, I don't know, I feel a lot of affection for it. It's squishy, and fun to play with. And if I hold it just right, it reminds me of a crystal ball.
ETA: The silicon friend is in place. Very different from saline! Anyone out there have a real boob, so I can conduct a side-by-side squeeze comparison of real vs. saline vs. silicone? KTHXBYE