A Friend Stopped By | 06/16/2009 11:00 pm
The Many Faces of Plastic Surgery, by Ruth Charny

Editor’s note: Ruth Charny’s career as an independent film producer began in 1992 with "Mistress" (starring Robert De Niro, Robert Wuhl, Eli Wallach and Martin Landau). Other film credits include "Grief," "Grace of My Heart," "Searching for Paradise" and "The Yes Men Fix the World," just to name a few. She recently has been consulting for gameLab and developing new projects with Daniel Handler, whose pen name is "Lemony Snicket."
First, a personal confession: When I was about 13 years old, my parents took me to an ear, nose and throat specialist who removed a bump on the bridge of my nose, and I must confess – I haven’t been the same since. I don’t mean simply that I have never been the same physically; I mean that I haven’t been the same psychologically. Suddenly there were two me’s – the real and the artificial one. I’ve always felt ill at ease, even ashamed, about this nose that isn’t really mine. The scalpel that chiseled my nose took with it a not-inconsequential part of my self-esteem and reshaped my psyche.
| Nature wisely gives us the option of adjusting what she's bequeathed – ironing out the wrinkles, as it were – to achieve better equality. |
When I read how Deborah Barrow chose to describe the proudly "Old School" Ms. Nicks in her wow0wow interview, "Stevie Nicks: This Is What 60 Looks Like Now," "No computer, no cell phone, no face-lift," I thought it was telling that many of the readers’ comments mentioned that Ms. Nicks was probably lying when she claimed not to have had a face-lift. I asked myself why the subject of plastic surgery invites so much moral outrage, which tooth veneers, eyebrow tweezing, hair straightening, coloring, etc. – none of which have a health-related upside and some of which are as permanent as a face-lift – do not. Is it because plastic surgery transforms the recipient’s appearance enough to alter her identity?
Understandably there’s an outpouring of sympathy for those who must undergo reconstructive surgery, but it’s odd that sex-change operations, which require an inordinate number of surgical procedures, seem to provoke more curiosity than condemnation, at least among those of us who are transgender-tolerant. Maybe it’s that sex-change operations signal a clarifying of identity whereas plastic surgery suggests a masking of it.
It’s not the beautifying part of plastic surgery – the eradication of blemishes and irregularities – that arouses people’s ire and makes some of us feel obliged to "out" others for having had face-lifts; it’s what else it systematically and very consciously obliterates, two very potent elements of who we are: our age and our ethnicity. Does anyone request that wrinkles be added to their brow? Or a bump be implanted on the bridge of their nose? When we lie about age and ethnicity, we run the risk of having hurtful invectives, such as "deceitful," "duplicitous" and "hypocritical," lobbed our way, and the temptation to unmask the truth underneath the cover-up becomes irresistible.
As I watched House Speaker Nancy Pelosi summarily dismiss her critics in recounting recollections of her CIA briefings, I wondered what future Madame Speakers might look like in, say, 2050. Will we question their sincerity because they have also unalterably reconfigured their appearance? Do we question hers because of that?
Plastic surgery embraces aspects of our culture that denigrate age and ethnicity, and in presenting an age/ethnic-resistant prototype, it enshrines our cultural intolerance. Or, worse yet, it makes this prototype so attractive, so appealing, and glamorous – as it is in the case of the House Speaker – that it becomes impossible to reveal the two-facedness of its pursuit. The Barbie doll is perhaps more responsive to diversity than is the medical field of cosmetic surgery.























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What I wouldn’t do to have reconstruction surgery for my left breast. Have a chin lift and something to help the wrinkles in the left side of my face.
Chemo theraphy caused briddle bones, weight gain and loss, and now I look like a turkey with a lopsided chest. The protheis is heavy and makes you sweat so much so that I don’t even bother wearing it anymore, just a lot of baggy cloths. Which makes me look heavier then I am.
I had long red hair before chemo now I have short gray/white hair. I keep it real short because I can’t use the hair dryer anymore because of the damage to nerves in my left arm/hand from Lymphadima do to removal of all lymph nodes.
I’d take plastic surgery to fix those things, but not for vanity purposes, but for comfort and to help with regaining my self esteem.
If it helps and the doctor is good I say go for it. But those folks who have had 10 or more operations need to see a Shrink.
Deniseann, both times, I refused reconstruction, because I wanted my chest wall fully visible to breast radiologists (the most common first place that mets is found, especially after having metastatic cancer in the first place), however, I was told each time that recon is available to any woman who has had a mastectomy, at any time, at no cost, and that still holds, I was just told that again but, as a swimmer, I have frankly enjoyed my tank suits much more.
And, I had long red hair when breast cancer first hit me, and it grew back in, not curly, as people told me it might …but again, since the only sport I could do after Polio as a child was swimming, I enjoyed the peach fuzz that grew back in slowlyyyyyy. I was terrified when it first came out, clump after clump and with a breast gone, I didn’t know what that was in my mirrors any longer.
Lymphedema - water arm ‘work’and resistance exercising helps that a great deal. I worked my arms in deep water a great deal before BC, and as soon as I knew another mastectomy was coming - also Super B complex helps rid it, and Vitamin E, and that also controls the neuropathy caused by chemo -somewhat, at least the pain is not as severe when a loud noise is heard. The pain in your left arm is not uncommon post mastectomy, but it has to be moved, or the pain is like a blow torch on the skin (in my experience and that of hundreds of others), but Neurontin given carefully for a definite period of time stops that pain - it won’t take long; in fact my analyst noticed me "guarding" at the time of my 2nd mastectomy, and helped me get beyond it with Neurontin for a time. Who cared for you? You must ask to see a neurologist, and get that fixed now. You deserve to have those nerves healed - they are "stunned" from the surgery - but only for a time. Be patient with yourself.
Women and men with cancer should be in psychological care period. The brain and mind control the somatic self, the body. I ran (not walked) to the best psycho-analyst I could find in Austin, after speaking and meeting with about 7 psychiatrists and psychologists first. (I could not tolerate the ladies who came out to ‘fetch’ me in their tea length skirts, tunic cotton sweaters, and rope necklaces for some reason, when the one I chose said, "Come on in here, let’s start working for you, now!" that cinched it. I needed another fighter in my life.
Deniseann, just be yourself, you’ve earned it! Ask your doctors, and the American Cancer Society about recon if it would help you feel better. My only reason for passing up that "opportunity" was as stated above, and I did not want those many extra hours under anesthesia when my immune system was already jeopardized. Each of us must do what we believe we want.
Just do what makes you feel good, and happy, too. If I can help you, I will.
"To speak gratitude is courteous and pleasant, to enact gratitude is generous and noble, but to live gratitude is to touch Heaven (Johannes A. Gaertner)." http://www.breastcancer-experience.net/about-DEDICATIONPg.html
C jay, thank you for the words of encouragement. I have had to date over twenty operations. The scars from them were on my neck, two on left knee, two on left writs, three on my stomach (C-section, uterine Cancer 27 yrs old, exploratory) and I can’t remember all the rest. All of the others I had no problem with emotionally, but the Breast Cancer came on the heals of a divorce and I was already in the dumps.
I’m a Veteran (disabled), and at the time of the divorce and breast cancer my only insurance was through the military, VA hospitals, and who ever excepted their insurance. The VA has been real good about the prosthesis and bras, but when I asked about reconstruction it wasn’t approved. I had the Bracka test done to ensure it was genetic, and thankfully it wasn’t.
the Lymphedema is bad for me, not just the swelling and pain, but I’m left handed and have the worst time trying to use the right for the things the left does. Can’t use a fork with the right to save my life. I wear a sleeve when it acts up.
As for the Neurontin, I was taking it but due to my various allergies I wasn’t able to use it. They put me on Delaudin for the pain, now I’m on Morphine. I just finished treatment for colon cancer. It’s amazing I am the only one of all my siblings who has had cancer.
C jay I’m a 4 time/type cancer survivor and it’s not been an easy fight. When my hair came out, it occurred over three days during my third week of treatment, I was in the shower and you know how you get your hair all sudsy and pile it on the top of your head, bad move, it got all knotted up and screamed in horror, my friend ran in to help. She didn’t drive but went with me to the hair dressers and I had to have my head shaved, it took over an hour to get it done. Tears would not stop.
I had two psychiatrists, one I’d been seeing because of the divorce, and another was added to the mix through the pain management group. As far as help, I had two sisters, brother and mother and not one of them lifted a finger to help me or visit me. My help came from Friends, and various Veterans groups. My children helped in any way the could, but they lived 680 miles away. They came up and visited and did what they could, like my daughter had access to my bank account and she made sure my bills were paid. Their good kids and their daily phone calls helped more the any drugs. I drove myself to and from all treatments, chemo and radiation, my sister promised the doctor she’d take me, but she never showed up, I knew I was on my own after that, I didn’t even bother with my siblings after.
C jay the last time I went swimming was Great until I was leaving the ocean and a very small non lethal wave hit me in the back of my leg and broke the tibia under the right knee. Ahhhh the side affects of chemo. Taxol may be a wonder drug, but I’ve loss all feeling in my hand and feet, I have burned myself while cooking and didn’t even realize it until the blister broke. Maybe if I would have had cancer once and been through treatment once my bones wouldn’t brittle.
I take lot of vitamins, some I have to inject, other oral and lots of milk, I love my milk.
I really don’t know if I"d have another surgery especially if it’s not to save my life. But I really would love to have help with the massive deep wrinkles only on the left side of my face and lose the turkey neck that came from gaining weight and losing it I appreciate the information and i’m definitely going to go to the above website.
God Bless you for caring, you have no idea what it means to me :)
Deniseann,
C Jay gave you some excellent advice.
Nothing I’ve read in your posts sends up a red flag and tells me that you need a psychologist [but writing isn’t the same as seeing for yourself]. You seem to be handling everything extremely well emotionally. Still, let me talk a little about the "mind" aspect of "health gone wrong" and you can put this in the back of your mind:
There’s nothing like a solid support system to help pull you through. But I’d like to add that a good psychologist who deals with anxiety, depression, and chronic disease can also be of great help. [Many psychiatrists do not offer pyschotherapy but instead will often refer patients to a psychologist to provide ongoing counseling to help with the issues that arise in conjunction with cancer and other life-altering diseases.] Many psychologists offer therapy on a "sliding fee" scale - that is, you pay based on what you can afford. If you live close to a major university that has a graduate program in Clinical Psychology then you may be able to get help from an intern who is under the supervision of a licensed therapist.
Not to get personal, but have you had your bone density checked lately?
As for the hair - God love you, Deniseann - after all you’ve been through…..
I want to tell you how much your posts have helped me and I’m sure many others at this website. How? When I’m griping about my own petty problems I stop and remember that I am so damned fortunate compared to others. Deniseann, I’m sorry you’ve been through all this but know that your experiences are making the rest of us humble.
Take care.
Andrea, please believe me my intent in not to make anyone humble. I’ve been through a lot and I’ve found my experiences have been helpful to others. And if what I"ve been through and has shared can help someone else, I"m glad for that.
One reason I can volunteer at the raoe hotline is a lot of the girls have been raped by family members or someone they know and are afraid to get help or tell anyone, but after they talk to someone that has actually been through it they see they don’t have to hide the pain, and get the help they need. I learned a long time ago, to take your pain and put it to work (emotional and physical), and then it can’t control you.
I get my bone density check every year, I take V-D, B12 injections I give myself, I was taking Growth hormones for a while, I’d inject them directly into my stomach once a day, that was when I was taking taxol-chemo, and I take a multiple V
I’ve been seeing a Pyschiatrists on and off since I was raped at 14, If I hadn’t I would have probably killed myself by now. The Univeristy of Buffalo has a great Medical school and they had their own trauma outreach called "Sunshine House", my doctor was named Sue Bell, she was the only one who could reach me after the rape, and she followed me right up to graduation from college. After I got hit by the car at 18 she kept me from throwing away college, she was the only one who gave me any encouragement, and until the day I die I will be grateful to her. With out her on my side I’d never had gone to college, and then the Navy would have been out of the question,and that means I wouldn’t have my Beautiful Children.
Some times it one day at a time others one hour, but I know no matter what I’ll be here tomorrow with the Grace of God :)
Deniseann,
You are an inspiration. I know it wasn’t your intent to make anyone humble, but I’ve got to tell you, being humble is a GOOD thing. We all need a dose of seeing that "the grass ain’t as green on the other side as we might think" from time to time. Hearing your story puts life and problems in perspective for the rest of us.
Channeling your own pain into energy that helps others is the greatest way I know to help yourself and others. You GO, girl.
Andrea, your "you Go girl" comment made me smile and laugh, I’ve not heard that said to me in a very long time. My kids call with nothing but problems, and there’s nothing I can physically or fiancially do to help them, just telling them what I would do in their shoes - - - "CALL YOUR FATHER, HE’S GOT THE MONEY." lol They do and becasue he was such a lousy father when they were young out of (guilt of his own making) he helps them out.
Andrea maybe this site is going to help a lot of women find help they didn’t even know they were looking for,and help they are. So many influencial people read this site that just maybe, even if it’s only one person, gets the help or break their looking for.
Bye the way your dog is a cutey.
C Jay,
Thanks so much for what you wrote to Deniseann. In doing so, you taught me some things that I did not know; I will be passing this info on to others.
Love the quote by Gaertner, too.
I have seen old women on TV, and frankly, men age quite obviously, and it bothers them, too; at least those who are real (like the rabbit).
In fact, I have always preferred hearing, and seeing seniors on TV and elsewhere, they are most often far more relaxed, and sincere. We’ve over-dosed on Hollywood now on every dang show, and if not featuring some idiot’s upcoming film release, it’s some horrid band, or vocalist. It is a wonder any of our youth has a modicum of self-confidence in them by the age of 17 - most have far too little.
You know, I remember having to go see a reconstructive surgeon with breast cancer, and he shocked me to the core. His only intent was to OPERATE and fix me, but he wasn’t capable of fixing me - I had cancer! It was real, there, I was ill. No amount of recon would hide that fact, but to let him keep me under anesthesia many hours longer when it impairs the immune system, wouldn’t be smart (and he was in a well known plastic surgery department who’s chief was "on record" for saying every woman with breast cancer should wait "at least 5 years" before having reconstruction - they may need more surgery, radiation, chemo, etc. and those tubes, and drains would not help her immune system, or keep infection at bay. To get away from the younger brute, I had to tell him I’d "come back later and shop, when I’m well…" He was angry, and said, "Do you know what you are going to look like when you wake up?"
That did it - he was incompetent, immoral, uncaring, unethical and I should permit him to touch me, hardly. Now, I love the fact that my rope pearls don’t sling over one breast when I wear them, and everything lies flat on my badge of freedom chest, but the peace of mine I have knowing my chest wall is fully visible to the breast radiologists means everything to me - and being alive, now. I am free!
D—-! Violet - a heart attack is a heart attack! Super light to you - you deserve it.
I’m going through atrial fibrillation right now, and no one seems to agree on the treatment (yet, it’s simple in other cities - ‘system’ problems in our health care here endanger patients - I need to get to DALLAS). One tried to put in a pacemaker, then 2 days later, after I refused it w/o more testing) said, "….eh, defibrillator will probably be needed." I asked, "would you have gone in today then and changed the label on the pacemaker?"
The real issue with women’s health (an oxymoron in the US now) is that self-actualizing women are demeaned, left and right, inside and out.
Heart, lungs, BP, chemistries, lipids etc all "very normal" but no one would call my endo - I finally reached him today - he is livid! No one checked thyroid levels, and I have NO THYROID GLAND. We are supposed to trust going into an ER, much less CCU??? Sheesh.
We need to stick together. Cross arms and fingers for one another.
Hugs and thank you (I’m on a monitor at home, now - lot of good that will do if … )