Marhina K
My Story — Losing Myself After Surgery, and Finding Hope Again Through Dr. Ilke
Dear readers — especially those searching for hope, If you are reading this, perhaps something in you has been broken too. Perhaps you are searching for the face you once knew the one that smiled back at you before everything changed. I know that feeling. I lived it. After my previous surgery, I lost not only the natural shape of my eyes, I lost myself. Too much skin had been removed, the tissues were misplaced, and what followed was a year of pain I can hardly put into words. My eyelids could not close completely at night. I woke up with dry, burning eyes, sensitive to light and even to water. There were adhesions under my lashes, fibrosis tightening the skin, and every blink reminded me that I was no longer the woman I had been. My reflection became a stranger. I stopped working. I stopped going out. I stopped living. My eyes, once the most loved part of my face, the part that made me feel beautiful, confident, and alive, were gone. And with them went my identity. If you are there now, afraid, lost, or ashamed of your reflection, please believe me: there is a way back. My way back began with Dr. Ilke. From our very first exchange, she spoke to me not as a doctor to a patient, but as one soul to another. She saw my pain without judgment. She understood what had been taken from me, not just my appearance, but my peace. She performed a revision eyelid reconstruction, adding back the skin that had been removed, releasing adhesions, correcting the ectropion, and restoring both eyes to move and close naturally again. Every detail mattered to her: every curve, every angle, every tiny line. She rebuilt what had been broken with precision, patience, and love. And when I woke up and looked into the mirror, I whispered through tears, “There I am.” For the first time in so long, I recognised myself, not only in my reflection, but in my heart. Dr. Ilke, you didn’t just restore my eyes. You restored my faith in people, in compassion, in the possibility of healing after despair. I believe God blessed you with something rare - a gift beyond talent, a heart that heals. You are the kind of person whose work becomes a prayer. To everyone reading this, the ones who hide from mirrors, who cry in silence, who think it’s too late — it isn’t. Hope exists. Healing exists. And sometimes it comes through the hands of someone who truly cares. With endless gratitude, MK from Virginia who found herself again.

