Evidence Mounts that Silicone Breast Implants Endanger Health
Far away and a half century ago, my girlfriends and I sat in the schoolyard and traded secrets. The most memorable ones concerned who got their period for the first time, or who got their mom to buy them what was then called a “training bra.”
What we were being trained for continues to be a mystery. It definitely had nothing to do with job training—unless you were training to get a date to the prom. That business was still several years away. We had to finish the sixth grade first.
Fast forward to today. What I would relish is a senior prom. Let us say a Very Senior Prom. Only those over sixty need apply.
I was never invited to either the junior prom or the senior prom. You had to be one of the ‘in crowd,” to even get a place at that table. At the time, my only activity was going across town, to a section called Shadyside.
This was 1967, the beginning of the counterculture, and yours truly was hanging with a decidedly motley crew. Later, someone told me that I was the first one to do everything. Yes, and due to my father’s untimely death, get away with everything.
Even in those days, I had one thing going for me: A solid 36C. This alone had charms to soothe whatever savage beast arose. As the years went by, I noticed that plenty of young ladies, unhappy with their grown-up A and B cups, were opting for breast implants
Actually, in the predawn before implants, one just had silicone injected into the breast area. There it was, unbeknownst to the cosmetic surgery crowd, just left in the chest, where the neighborhood is strictly VIP.
Organs we all know and depend on, precariously sat under silicone. Molecule by leaking molecule, a hair thin puncture and a dollop of liquid ooze, not noticed, leaked into the mesh of blood vessels.
In the 1980’s, some genius came up with the idea of enclosing this substance in a sack. Then, it would turn that A cup into a C. Or, some ladies, especially those with male surgeons, received a D cup. Male surgeons were prone to going over the top. When a male says his favorite part of a woman is her eyes, a bullshit alarm surely goes off somewhere.
None of this matters: We did what we had to in order to find Mr. Right, whom many of us divorced twenty years later.
Silicone implants were outlawed by the FDA for a very long time. Then, they came roaring back. Along with them came an increased risk for autoimmune diseases. The NIH (National Institutes of Health,) recently posited that silicone causes autoimmune diseases, as well as a rare form of cancer.
December 1991 – Mariann Hopkins won $7.3 million from Dow Corning for health issues linked to her ruptured silicone implants. More than 130 lawsuits have so far been filed against Dow Corning. So many, that Dow Corning hung on for dear life for awhile.
January 1992 – FDA calls for a voluntary moratorium on the use of silicone gel breast implants until pending a safety review.
Keep in mind three words: Location, Location, Location. I am referring to Real Estate. That silicone implant sits astride your lungs and heart. Has anyone survived without those real estate gems? Not to my knowledge.
Now, there is a mad rush to exchange the saline implants for the newly sanctioned silicone implants. My advice would be to look before you leap onto that surgical table. Men tell me they would prefer small perky breasts to large pendulous ones. Yes, I vote for that too.
There is another wrinkle to this tale; in menopause, breast grow. Wait a few years and yours will grow too. Then, you will be searching for a lift. It appears that gravity is real.