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Since the ultrasound pictures couldn’t be evaluated, my surgeon and I decided to do an interrogation. The surgery lasted less than 30 minutes, this morning. Everything is still in place and looks good. The measurements of my tips are okay. I should be good for another two to three years, again. Unless the ultrasound plays a prank on us again. It’s always better to be safe than sorry.
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