365 days of being free from these bags and daily debilitating symptoms that turned me into someone I no longer recognized. 365 days since I reclaimed my health and my life. Not every day has been rainbows, but everyday has been better than the storm daily life had become.
•BII IS real, even if it’s not currently recognized as an official diagnosis within the medical community. However, we ARE getting closer.
•It’s NOT in your head.
•BII has a wide range of symptoms and severities (for me, most symptoms were brushed off as “normal” aging or labeled as anxiety).
•Symptoms can appear immediately or take years to present.
The most commonly reported symptoms (but not limited to) are:Fatigue/chronic fatigue*, muscle aches/weakness*, joint pain/soreness*, hair loss, weight gain/loss*(I experienced loss due to developing disordered eating patterns because most foods made me sick), temp intolerance*, ringing in the ears*, heart palpitations, shortness of breath*, night sweats*, skin rashes*, insomnia*, swollen tender lymph nodes*, brain fog*, burning in chest wall,vertigo, chronic neck/back pain*, peri orbital edema*, premature aging, vision disturbances*, liver/kidney dysfunction, headaches/dizziness/migraines*, mood swings*, anxiety/panic attacks*, symptoms or diagnosis of autoimmune disease* (I was diagnosed with hashimotos).
*all the daily symptoms I experienced and are now either completely GONE or significantly improved! (Still working through lingering hormone related issues and ptsd from illness.) I have 2 ig story highlights dedicated to my BII and explant journey if you care to explore.
If you’re currently experiencing issues/symptoms , I highly recommend you do your research and consider joining the Fb group Breast Implant Illness and Healing by Nicole, where 133k women share their stories of both BII and healing through proper explant surgery. And I am ALWAYS more than willing to talk with anyone about it. I am so thankful to have been connected to so many amazing women through this journey and have made it part of my life’s mission to keep sharing my story in hopes of it being able to help others. I know the deep, dark despair that this can take women too and I don’t want anyone sitting alone in that. There is hope and healing on the horizon, no matter how far the horizon may feel.
I don’t need messages from those that have implants saying they are fine. I’m so happy that you are fine and pray that continues to be your path. This message isn’t for you. This message is for the women that aren’t sure they are fine or are wondering if they are going crazy because they are not being heard/validated and to let them know they aren’t alone. You are never alone.
I had an unexpected and unwelcome 430 wake up call this morning feeling like the weight of the world was sitting heavily on my chest. Having anxiety, this isn’t uncommon. Lately it’s been happening more than I like and I feel like so much of it is because it feels like we as a world have become so divisive and less accepting of those that may think or believe differently than us. I see and feel it on social media with every scroll which has honestly left me scrolling so much less these last few weeks/months in an attempt to guard my heart and energy.
After dropping about 15 drops of Frankincense on my head, I sat in prayer for a while, got a workout in then prayed some more. I opened up my Live in Grace, Walk in Love devotional by Bob Goff and my mouth dropped open. The message is ALWAYS on time:
“Since when did we decide as a community of faith that having the same beliefs and opinion was a prerequisite for loving, accepting, and welcoming someone? It’s not enough to just tolerate or be polite to people we disagree with and for them to merely do this with us. We need to love each other without an agenda. Do it any other way and we signal to each other that the others need to be like us to be liked by us. The cost of acceptance is way too high if it cost people who God made them to be.”“We don’t just tolerate those who are different from us, we celebrate them! We delight in the way each person shows us a side of ourselves or Jesus that we hadn’t quite seen until we met them. Instead of implying to people that they need to change in order to be welcome at the table, let them know they’re welcome just as they are.”
I walked upstairs to wake the kids and saw this….tell me I’m not the only one that sees angel wings?! I took this picture, sat down to post it in my stories and turned around and poof it was gone. The last little bit of anxiousness I was feeling floated away with the wings…until later in the day we covered climate change during science which I’m pretty sure freaked out and traumatized Laila. I guess we can add this to the list of traumas to save up for future therapy.