Never Say Never

A boob story... I did not grow any until after high school. After that, they just kind of sprang up....late bloomers I guess. But, they grew to a nice, natural size for my frame. Life went on...college, jobs, marriage, baby, divorce, another marriage, another baby...and those babies wrecked the nice hills I had grown in my adulthood. I decreased a cup size after Randi. But, they were still good. No complaints. And then there was Cade. After him, those lovelies ceased to exist. I swore I would never, ever get a boob job. Ever. I would mock...even look down upon those women I would see with big ol' fake ones. "I would never do that to my body", I would quickly announce. Well, guess what? Never say never. I had implants four years ago. And, I love them. Now, let me tell you why, exactly, I did this... My body is odd. My pregnancies are easy and I gain little weight. However, I produce abnormal amounts of milk. (My own doctor called me a dairy.) The NICU nurses (Cade was there for a while. That's a whole different story.) had to turn me away - because his fridge space was full...and so was my freezer at home. Now, with my boobs becoming gargantuan with milk...my body would shrink down to a smaller size than (it was) before my pregnancies. So, when the milk dried up - I was left with TONS of loose skin...in place of boobs. Lovely, huh? So, a few months after I had Cade I did the unthinkable. I found a plastic surgeon. She just filled up all of that loose skin. Voila! Why am I telling you this story? Because, I just returned from a visit with that wonderful doctor. She removed a cyst. A cyst that was no harm to me...but, was getting bigger and bigger. And it just so happened to be near my boob. (I almost had a third boob going.) She was able to remove it without leaving a big scar....or worse...popping my implant. Yikes! Anyway, while I was there I was thinking about the whole breast augmentation thing and decided to write about it. It's nothing I'm ashamed of. I'm glad I did it. And, it's part of me and my history. So, there you have it. A boob story and a lesson learned...never say never. Now, I must go place frozen peas on my boob...the numbness is wearing off... A side note: the cyst had nothing to do with the implants...it just happened to grow there. they can form anywhere...your face, back, legs, etc. mr. c went with me and refused to watch...that is until she got it out. and then he was quite amazed at the size. it looked like a marble. holy moly!