I was performing minor surgery on a pretty young lady’s upper arm recently. As always, I warned her about her chances of having a scar from the procedure and offered to send her to a dermatologist who could probably make a prettier scar than I could.
She said without pausing to think about it,” Oh, don’t worry, I never wear short sleeves anyway. I hate my arms.”
I said “Ok,” and finished the procedure. I told her how to care for the wound and when to come back to have the stitches removed. We parted ways and I went on to my next patient. That brief conversation really stuck with me though. I thought about it the rest of the day.
She is a pretty, healthy, 31-year-old mother and wife that has gotten so used to being overweight that she never shows her arms and never plans to. That just kills me to hear, giving up on health at 31. Throwing in the towel and surrendering to a weight which will ultimately rob her of health and seems to have already taken her self-respect — it’s a terrible thing.
I wish I knew how to give her some hope again. I certainly want to help those who haven’t lost all hope push ahead and reclaim their health.
Any ideas out there on how to re-kindle hope for her?