who said silicone implants don't leak....

It has been quite awhile but I have been stuck in the body of Eva Gabor in that iconic past sitcom "Green Acres".
Who knew that the health system in this Southern state, would be a surreal experience, splattered with nuts such the squirrels that nibble preponderantly on my porch. Latte time.
I have been holed up in this marvelous house and stuck in a self imposed delirium. I can't believe how difficult it has been to convince the health community that I have not "felt right" for some time now. I have begged for tests and been pushed aside as if I don't know that my body is telling me something. Exhaustion, night sweats, pain, low energy, lack of appetite. I have had pain in my breast for almost a year now and finally one kind surgeon let me visit the intimidating breast MRI machine last week. (Who knew that I would be stuck in it for over two hours.)
I was told to go home, and that the radiologist would call me tomorrow.
As I passed the grand piano in the lobby and the huge bird cage, the song they sang was, "you will be safe". I had my doubts as I left this private hospital, but she lived up to her word the next day. I sat waiting in the oncologist's office when the call came in on my phone. I was told that I was indeed leaking in my silicone breasts. I had ruptured both breasts. Finally some answers! So tomorrow I am visiting a new surgeon to see when I will be having my silicone implants removed. I am leaking into my lymph node in my arm and also my chest wall....this is almost as exciting as when they told me in March when I was living in WA state, that I had PTSD. University of Washington psych hospital was so inviting. The menus were five star and I actually saw the words lemon grass on my lunch menu. The malaise of my stay was overshadowed by my team that met me every morning to inspect, direct and connect with Stephanie, the celebrity! I guess, once a drama queen, always a drama queen, or so they thought!
The art therapy classes were my only way to express myself and I did it in unabashed psychological pain. I deliberately put my focus in my art and painted and drew and cut paper..all breast related topics. I was definitely in the right place. But, I digress. (another chapter in my book) Tomorrow I will have more answers.
The wind is howling and the half acre of trees in my yard, are swaying in the wind.. How eerie. I feel like jumping into the fireplace and hiding. This new information is a relief and new breasts might or might now be on the way.
Nothing is a surprise in my world, never has been.