An interesting turn of events

Hi everyone,
I'm not sure exactly where to start so I'll just jump right in: my bachelorette weekend (in Atlantic city, NJ!) was insane! We had the best BEST time in the world! But as of Sunday night I was in Hershey in the emergency room for surgery to have one of my implants removed.
Basically there was an issue with my right implant. (the side I had the mastectomy and tissue expander.) About a few weeks ago I noticed a little "hole" on the side of it...kind of like a wound that started to heal. I showed a few doctors and nobody was that concerned about it, so I didn't think much of it. I just assumed it was my skin healing. Then the wound kept getting bigger and bigger, and wasn't scabbing over like a regular wound should. As of late Saturday night into my bach weekend (post 2-a.m. dancefloor madness) it was the biggest it had ever been, and had started bleeding a little. I knew something didn't seem right, and it killed me to wait to tell anyone because it was worrying me. So I told my friends, we go back to the hotel room, and call my plastic surgeon. The doctors on call paged him, and then got back to us, sometime around 3-3:30 a.m., and told us to come into the ER right away. They believed my implant was exposed, and if left that way for any longer could cause an infection, if it hadn't already. My friends are the best ever, and by Sunday morning Julie and Sean's dad Jeff drove us to Hershey. Sure enough, the implant WAS exposed and had to be removed right away -- that night. Keep in mind since the doctors were preparing for surgery I wasn't allowed to eat or drink anything starting Sunday morning just in case I had to go into surgery. So my stomach was empty and I was so dehydrated, especially after a night of drinking.
So I was with Julie and Jeff. We were on and off the phone with my mom and Sean, trying to figure out who would get to Hershey when, who would watch Campbell, etc. Sean was in New Orleans for his bachelor weekend, and was trying to find the next flight out.
So Sunday night they removed my implant, and put nothing in its place - no expander, no anything. For the first time I am flat there. With the mastectomy in May I at least had a tissue expander put in right away.
So, here goes the medical portion of this post: Basically my skin couldn't support the implant, for a variety of reasons. Too much skin being removed in previous surgeries, just having thin skin, lack of blood supply, etc. So basically my skin RIPPED (formed a hole) around the implant, exposing it. Thank G-D when they got it to it wasn't infected, because with an exposed implant, infection can happen right away and can be very serious. So because my skin was too weak to hold the implant, they can't put another expander in yet, or an implant, because the same thing would happen. So, they have to leave it empty, and let it heal about a month or so. Because a month from now is a month before the wedding (YES, lovely timing!) there is no way I could have another surgery and start the expansion process before the wedding. So, my reconstruction will begin AFTER the wedding, and until then, I'll just be flat on that side. They make special bras for this type of thing, but it's not the same.
Reconstruction process: I'll (obviously) have many more surgeries for this. The first will involve taking muscle and skin from my back, and applying it to my right side, to create more skin/support. Then they will put in an expander under that. I'll go through the regular expansion process (a few months or so), and then have another surgery for the swap-out: taking out the expander and putting in the implant. Since I was going to have a left prophylactic mastectomy anyway, we are going to see if that can be done the same time they do the right expander surgery. Anyway, what I'm looking at, essentially, is DOING THIS ALL OVER AGAIN. ON BOTH SIDE. TISSUE EXPANDER SURGERY. TISSUE EXPANDER PAINFUL EXPANSION. AND EVENTUALLY ANOTHER SURGERY TO GET MY IMPLANTS IN. All over again.