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Latissimus Dorsi Flap

Latissimus dorsi flap
The plastic surgeons' answer to breast implants
Otherwise known as The Surgery from Hell
Pamela G. Dowd- 1997(modified 2001)

In 1975, I became one of the nation's youngest victims of breast cancer. Since I had never been sick, that was a totally unexpected diagnosis. The surgery that saved my life was a radical mastectomy. The surgeries that have destroyed my life began on the day in 1980 when I walked into a smiling plastic surgeon's office in Boise, Idaho and he said, "Don't tell me what I can't do. Let me show you what I CAN do for you?
The hour that followed was filled with slides of "successful" surgeries. Each step of the way, I was shown the "new and improved" method of reconstructing a breast. I was never shown or told the negative side to breast reconstruction. The first step to reconstruct my radical mastectomy was transplanting a portion of the latissimus dorsi muscle to the chest wall.

At the same time, Dr. John Hendricks and Dr. Eugene Sullivan, Idaho Plastic Surgeons, did a subcutaneous mastectomy on the right side. This was done to combat the fibrocystic disease in the breast that I was later told was pre-cancerous. A small portion of skin in the shape of a football was grafted to the chest to help form the pocket.

Two months later in Jan 1981, I entered the hospital again to have breast implants put under the muscle of the chest. These were Heyer Schulte implants. In March, I noticed that one side of my chest was flat and I could fold up the skin. At the same time, I noticed a soft squishy mass in my abdomen. It didnt hurt and felt like a nerf ball. A local doctor thought I had a hernia and wanted to do abdominal surgery to repair the hernia. However, since it didnt hurt and I could press it without pain, I didnt worry about it, and instead, called Dr. Hendricks about the flat chest. While in his office, I told him about the soft mass in the abdomen. By then, it had flattened. He referred me to a Dr. Brown, a surgeon in his building. Dr. Brown examined my abdomen and determined that I did not have a hernia and recommended no surgery. (Medical records do not show I ever told them about the squishy mass.)

I returned to Dr. Hendricks and prepared for a replacement implant. This too was a Heyer Schulte. No one mentioned that this implant might be having a higher than average replacement rate in his office. The surgical notes do not indicate the condition of the implant upon removal. It was not sent to Heyer Schulte for evaluation, nor was I offered a free replacement or medical reimbursementHeyer Schulte policies that existed during that time, but apparently seldom offered in Idaho.In between surgeries to replace the ruptured implants, as part of the reconstruction, the nipple had to bedivided and grafted from the right side.

To help it have a little bit of form, cartilage from my ear was placed under the nipple. The areola was dermabrazed and I had to sit daily with the nipples exposed so the skin would darken. That procedure did not work. They were then tattooed. The color came out an interesting shade of orange. Today that color has faded completely.

In Jan. 1982, in an attempt to do minor surgery in the office, I went into convulsions. I was referred to Dr. Steven Asher, a neurologist. That was the first time I had an abnormal EEG. He also detected a slight click in the heart, that he called a mitral valve prolapse. From that point on, all surgeries were done in the hospital, even minor procedures.

By the summer of 1982, I noticed once again that one of the implants was noticeably smaller than the other. Again, on October 6, 1982, I had another Heyer Schulte implant replacement. Only then did the suggestion come up that radical mastectomies were more difficult to rebuild than other breast surgeries, especially in a case like mine where the original incision started at my left shoulder and reached almost to my waist. Why, oh, why didnt he tell us that before he made the first incision???
Immediately after the surgery, I began to have constant coughing spells. My general practice doctor would put me on antibiotic and sinus meds and I would clear up for a short time. The coughing was so hard, it felt as if I were about to cough up my insides.Then came the morning of extreme pain.

In 1987, I got up one morning to the most excruciating pain you could ever imagine. It felt as if thousands of needles were poking me all at once. My husband rushed me to the hospital and I informed the nurse in ER that one of the implants had probably ruptured. Not having any experience with that, she told me that implants didnt rupture. They gave me cortisone for the pain and sent me home. At home, my husband gave me two of his Tylonol 3 pills (with codeine) and I was soon asleep. Four hours later when I awakened, my chest was flat on one side.I called Idaho Plastic Surgeons and told them what happened. No one told me I should get them out as soon as possible. Instead, I kept that ruptured implant in my chest until August 1988. I was so tired of surgeries and just didnt feel like facing another one.

Meanwhile, I tried to pad the breast with foam pads. Those made what was left of the implant heat up. In 1988, Dr. Hendricks replaced them with Mentor Becker Expanders. He said they liked these implants better. The truth is, the Heyer Schulte implants werent being made anymore.

From 1988 until I had them explanted in 1995, I continued the constant cough. I couldnt be in the sun, as those implants would get hot and feel like boiling water pots in the chest. My chest constantly itched, and I had a red rash. I began to strangle on my own saliva.In 1992 I was admitted to the hospital with pneumonia. My throat was closing off. Three years later, at the National Jewish Hospital in Denver, CO, I was diagnosed with dysfunctional vocal chords. The vocal chords were so damaged, they did not open enough to fill my lungs with air, nor did they close enough to keep me from choking on my own saliva.
I was suffering with cold flushes in my face.
My bladder became incontinent and my bowels became embarrassingly loose.
I was on city council at the time and these incidents kept me in fear of what my body would do to me in public.
By 1994, my vision began to get worse and I not only needed glasses, I had to have bi-focals.
By the end of 1998, I was diagnosed with Glaucoma.
In 1995, I was diagnosed with atypical connective tissue disease. My ANA and SED rates were abnormal.
The diagnoses grew from IBS to Fibromyalgia, peripheral neuropathy, Sicca/Sjogrens, and border line lupus.
In 1998, a physical therapist informed me that the missing latissimus dorsi was probably the reason I didn't walk straight any longer. She said the latissimus dorsi muscle is needed to keep the shoulders straight. It was the first I heard that the latissimus dorsi muscle was also critical in helping us walk. All those years I had thought it was just a little muscle taken from the back. Instead, I learned from her that the latissimus dorsi went down the back and covered the top of the hip bones. When that piece was removed from the back, it threw my body out of alignment.
By the summer of 1999, I was experiencing problems with the heart, although the local doctors were reluctant to do the necessary tests.
In July 2000, I had a black out spell while driving the car. Again the doctor was reluctant to test for heart complications.
In Oct 2000, my neurologist ran another EEG and discovered two abnormalities in the brain that were independent of each other. A tumor was ruled out.
I then tested positive for Sjogrens (with a saliva biopsy) and Raynauds (using the ice water challenge).
In Nov 2000, an EKG was abnormal, but the local doctor did not think it was anything to worry about, although he did diagnose me with peripheral arterial disease. While seeing an endocrinologist for an elevated thyroid in July 2001, they immediately referred me to a cardiologist. The cardiologist diagnosed me with arteriosclerosis.

This site has dealt with breast implants. I want to tell those of you who are contemplating a latissimus dorsi flap as part of reconstruction what you are really doing for your body. Removing muscle from your back is a serious decision and should not be taken lightly. This procedure loosens part of the latissimus dorsi muscle from your back, tunnels it under your arm, and then is tied into place on your chest to form a breast or a cavity to hold an implant.

Over the years since the first reconstruction surgery, I have never had a pain free day in the surgical site. Bowling and golf had to stop as the strain across that incision caused a pain that put me on pain pills for three or four days. I cannot hold my arm up for any length of time, even to do my hair. I have dropped and broken things without even the feeling of letting go. I have had to mentally "tell" my hand and arm to function. I dont walk as I once did. And, latissimus dorsi patients seldom get a good nights sleep once they undergo this surgery. It was years before I realized that I could no longer turn over at night without pulling myself up and helping myself make the turn. Women may experience temporary paralysis on the effected side. I had to relearn how to use my hand and arm again. You may lose grip in your hands that may be permanent. You may experience numbness in some parts of the arm, burning in others. You may experience cold flushes to the face from the pressure on the nerves. You will think you are having a stroke, but you aren't.

In 1996, when I spoke with a plastic surgeon in Utah, he said he had done this surgery many times, but had to admit he had "never stuck around to see the long range results".
In the spring of 2000, I attempted to gain information from the ASPRS regarding the number of reconstruction patients that needed repeat surgeries. I wanted to know what long-term studies their member use when they encourage women who have had breast cancer to undergo reconstruction with these surgeries from hell. They had no long-term studies. In a response to a letter making the same request, Dr. Gary Brody (former president of the ASPRS) told me to call doctors and develop the figures.

The fact is, the ASPRS has never tracked patients over a long period of time following these surgeries. There are no statistics. My belief is that if there were statistics, they could not sell these expensive, painful surgeries to vulnerable women.In my body, the latissimus dorsi muscle has attached itself to either the ulnar nerve or the medial cordor both. The damage is permanent. The results are lasting.

I will never again believe a slick slide show in a doctor's office. This is the surgery from hell but they make $$$$$$$$ by promoting it. I think I bought a new race horse for my doctor. What will you be buying?

Copyright Pamela G. Dowd 1995/2001

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