Deflated

I was greeted with puppy-dog eyes and sighs of concern and empathy. After careful consideration the needle performed the reverse action of its original intent.  Ounces of saline were extracted through the port from which originally implanted.  Bee-sting points pricked and flamed on the surface of stretched and non-compliant flesh-there was no give, no forgiving, no flexibility. The taught drum slowly deflated emphasized  by the hiss of sucking air through clenched teeth. Sadness, sympathy and light pats of reassuring hands, soothing hums while bacterial disinfectant applied. The bandage hung loose under the silver sheen of perspiration. The deed was done. The promise of perfect taa-taas lie flat like the sagging flesh left in the wake of this clinical procedure.  Instantly the shoulder drops, the back muscle relaxes and a future with a full range of motion seems possible. Surgery is scheduled for May 12th to remove the expander.  Yes. I immediately feel my brain recharged and my energy kicking into a new direction of purpose and intent.  I  hurt, but its all good.  I am woman. I am mono-boob. I'm over it. Deflated? yes, physically-no, in spirit.  Now, where do I get one of those wine bras?