What a wonderful day here! Speckled clouds and a cool breeze. I am sure it was a much better version of this day in 1947.
There are many things to learn from our shared past but arguably the lesson to refresh is that of the struggle to reach independence. Society tells us to climb up ladders of economy and societal hierarchy but is it really a ladder?
Life is a series of struggles for most. It seems that most of our time is a balance between two or more tasks that clamour for our attention. If life is a calm ocean of time at your disposal then be kind for the rest of us aren’t as lucky.
Many of my patients are women suffering from depression arising from poor self regard. They have come to seek surgery because they tried everything else including psychiatric consults. Some came to me saying that the first consultant said things are okay. These are the women juggling work, children, family and themselves. It took a lot of their grit to come to me. I am thankful to them for considering me part of the solution.
As I take these patients through surgery, the process is driven, it aims at reaching anatomical endpoints safely. In the time before surgery I can see the anxiety on their faces. Some are hiding it in faux bravado, some are overtly anxious but all are considering and reconsidering this decision of undergoing aesthetic surgery. Aesthetic surgery is not routine surgery. It doesn’t take you out of your pain and misery in the conventional sense. In our society, seeking a doctor’s opinion whilst you are healthy enough to lead your life , look after your kids and do your work is quite frankly unbelievable for a majority.
Then comes a day, three weeks later. The body has regained its physiological equilibrium after the stress of surgery. The sutures are settled. She is walking about.The swelling is minimal. That is a wonderful day. I can see that expression on their faces that it was not such a bad decision after all. She can finally move on. All efforts are to achieve this day of independence.
