6, 2002, I had 8 hours worth of plastic surgery on my face
and neck and what an interesting journey it has been.
When I ponder the 8 hours spent by my plastic surgeon, I keep
thinking there must be a joke in there somewhere, “Your wife was
soooo ugly that it took the plastic surgeon 8 hours….” He did
work on my neck, removed my jowls on both sides of my mouth, put in
a chin implant, narrowed my nose, and lifted my cheeks, eyes,
eyelids and forehead. My face was sagging so terribly that I was
often asked if I was sad, at times when I felt very happy.
I told my plastic surgeon that I wanted to look as happy on
the outside as I felt on the inside.
of the work was covered by insurance.
You will notice on the pictures that follow, that I have a
drooping eyelid. If I
had waited a number of years until it got so bad that it affected my
vision, then some of the hospital bill would have been paid for.
I was not willing to wait that long.
My eye bothered me and as long as I was having something
done, I decided to do it all!!!
was prepared for the surgery and I was prepared somewhat for the
pain, but I was not prepared for the psychological issues that I
have gone through. As I faced my first few days following my
surgery, I looked ghastly. I
expected that and that was OK.
I had huge bruises under my eyes and my head was completely
bandaged. I could
barely see and my face was the size of the cartoon character Pumpkin
Head. That was the stage when I truly frightened small children. And poor Frank!! He was glared at by passers by as he drove
me to my doctor’s appointments. I suppose people assumed that he
was a wife abuser.
the days that followed, I had the drains and staples removed. I had the screws (ugh) in my scalp removed. The bruises
darkened, then moved, then lightened and are now almost gone. Each
day I look in the mirror and see the person who is becoming me on
the outside emerge. I
see a family resemblance, but it doesn’t look like me. This person
looks really good, but the difference is remarkable and it startles
went to my support group meeting on Wednesday and everyone told me
how marvelous I look and that I look 20 years younger.
I needed to hear those very kind words.
The hospital psychologist spoke briefly that night about how
perception is reality. I
am still working on changing the perception of myself.
Now if I would just stop reinventing myself, maybe my
perception would catch up with the reality!!!
I want to say a special thanks to all of you who
sent well wishes. They
were very much appreciated. Now
I know all of you are curious to see the pictures.
So here they are below
This is my
about 30 days after surgery.
This is about 2 1/2 months
This is the
first day after surgery.