My first pacer was very big (the size of a hockey puck) and I was very small so the doctor made a pocket under my left arm to tuck it in the muscle.
As much as I was happy to receive a pacer and that my life would be saved, my body had other ideas and I rejected the pacemaker for over a year. I had several bouts of pericarditis, ambulance rides, shots and PAIN!!! I prayed to die many times that year but GOD had other plans for me thankfully.
I have had many pacemakers over the years and thankfully they are getting much smaller and last alot longer. My first four or five lasted about a year, some less.
A comparison look from then and now.....I should have taken a photo to show the thickness.

Not my x-ray, mine has way more junk showing as old leads just get capped off and left there but this will give you an idea where it sits in the body. I think mine has dropped over the years as it is lower in the chest wall.
I thank GOD every day for this foreign piece of equipment as without it, I would not be alive to tell you about it. 41 years and counting......
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Your amazing. I had no idea you've had to deal with pace makers since you were a teen. Congrats on the anniversary.
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