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48 Year Old with Skin Laxity, Turkey Neck and Jowls and Determination - London, GB
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What did Dominic do for me? In a nutshell, he...
WORTH IT$17,000
What did Dominic do for me? In a nutshell, he gave me my face back. Was it the right decision? Absolutely, unequivocally, undoubtedly, the best decision I could have made.
This is my journey. From the age of about 44, I started to feel like my face was slowly melting. My jawline was drooping and I was developing a turkey neck that was really bothering me. I’ve never been overweight so weight gain/loss wasn’t the cause of it. I tried to improve it myself through facial/neck exercises but they did nothing. Some days I felt better and in some mirrors I looked ok. But on other days and in other mirrors, I hated myself. The hate grew over the last few years to the point where it was seriously affecting my self-esteem. We all have issues about our bodies and as we get older, that list just grows. But there is a difference between changes that we can be more accepting of – a few more wrinkles, wobbly bits, some cellulite – and something that we can’t hide from the world. I found it increasingly difficult to go out with any confidence, knowing that how I felt at this point of my life was just going to get worse over time. You can cover most things up and that helps you to cope and present a confident exterior. But my saggy neck just looked like someone 20 years older than me. It wasn’t me. It wasn’t fair. I was determined to do something about it and not just accept my fate. I later found out that a full hysterectomy at age 42 which meant enforced HRT to avoid immediate menopause, was probably the cause of what felt like a sudden decline in my skin laxity. That made sense and it gave me comfort to know it was more than normal ageing, that it was exacerbated by something outside of my control.
When I made the decision to look into the possibility of surgery, I made a pact with myself. I’d choose two surgeons and go for a consultation with both, then at least I’d know what my options were and could make a more informed decision about whether I could really go through with it. At that stage I didn’t know if I would be able to.
I chose a local surgeon and Dominic. The consultation with my local surgeon came first and it was awful. He asked me what the problem was and then told me how much it would be have a neck lift. His manner was cocky, dismissive, rushed. I asked him about the option of local rather than general anaesthetic (as I’d learned was Dominic’s method) and he said he was “willing to give it a go if I wanted to be his guinea pig”. The man was an arrogant idiot that I’d just wasted a consultation fee on. The experience almost put me off the whole idea. But my determination to at least get another opinion was strong enough to force me to plough on – I had nothing to lose really.
I stumbled across Dominic after extensive research on the web. I could tell from his website that this was someone different from the rest and I was intrigued. I made an appointment for a consultation (which was free). I knew from the moment I met Dominic that he was the right surgeon for me. He had a vitality and presence about him, a disarming personality and sense of humour that created an immediate rapport and just put me at ease. His energy and passion for what he does gave me the conviction I was looking for. I knew I could trust him with my face. He was honest – he told me a neck lift would not give me the result I needed. It had to be a lower face lift, with a neck lift. He also recommended liposuction on my neck to create more definition (I’ve always had a fatter face). The message was clear - if you want the best result, don’t cut corners. Sure, a neck lift would improve my neck laxity, for a while. But the droopy jowls and the fat under my jawline would remain and that would make any results from a neck lift alone quite temporary.
It was a big decision to make. I chewed it over for a few weeks. I pondered the logistics at work – how to get time off and who to confide in. Once I had figured everything out, I chose a date a week before Christmas shut down, which would give me an additional week of recovery before I had to go back to work. Once I’d made the decision, every question I had about the surgery was answered by Dominic or his PA, Lucy. I never felt like I was pestering them or being a pain.
This is my journey. From the age of about 44, I started to feel like my face was slowly melting. My jawline was drooping and I was developing a turkey neck that was really bothering me. I’ve never been overweight so weight gain/loss wasn’t the cause of it. I tried to improve it myself through facial/neck exercises but they did nothing. Some days I felt better and in some mirrors I looked ok. But on other days and in other mirrors, I hated myself. The hate grew over the last few years to the point where it was seriously affecting my self-esteem. We all have issues about our bodies and as we get older, that list just grows. But there is a difference between changes that we can be more accepting of – a few more wrinkles, wobbly bits, some cellulite – and something that we can’t hide from the world. I found it increasingly difficult to go out with any confidence, knowing that how I felt at this point of my life was just going to get worse over time. You can cover most things up and that helps you to cope and present a confident exterior. But my saggy neck just looked like someone 20 years older than me. It wasn’t me. It wasn’t fair. I was determined to do something about it and not just accept my fate. I later found out that a full hysterectomy at age 42 which meant enforced HRT to avoid immediate menopause, was probably the cause of what felt like a sudden decline in my skin laxity. That made sense and it gave me comfort to know it was more than normal ageing, that it was exacerbated by something outside of my control.
When I made the decision to look into the possibility of surgery, I made a pact with myself. I’d choose two surgeons and go for a consultation with both, then at least I’d know what my options were and could make a more informed decision about whether I could really go through with it. At that stage I didn’t know if I would be able to.
I chose a local surgeon and Dominic. The consultation with my local surgeon came first and it was awful. He asked me what the problem was and then told me how much it would be have a neck lift. His manner was cocky, dismissive, rushed. I asked him about the option of local rather than general anaesthetic (as I’d learned was Dominic’s method) and he said he was “willing to give it a go if I wanted to be his guinea pig”. The man was an arrogant idiot that I’d just wasted a consultation fee on. The experience almost put me off the whole idea. But my determination to at least get another opinion was strong enough to force me to plough on – I had nothing to lose really.
I stumbled across Dominic after extensive research on the web. I could tell from his website that this was someone different from the rest and I was intrigued. I made an appointment for a consultation (which was free). I knew from the moment I met Dominic that he was the right surgeon for me. He had a vitality and presence about him, a disarming personality and sense of humour that created an immediate rapport and just put me at ease. His energy and passion for what he does gave me the conviction I was looking for. I knew I could trust him with my face. He was honest – he told me a neck lift would not give me the result I needed. It had to be a lower face lift, with a neck lift. He also recommended liposuction on my neck to create more definition (I’ve always had a fatter face). The message was clear - if you want the best result, don’t cut corners. Sure, a neck lift would improve my neck laxity, for a while. But the droopy jowls and the fat under my jawline would remain and that would make any results from a neck lift alone quite temporary.
It was a big decision to make. I chewed it over for a few weeks. I pondered the logistics at work – how to get time off and who to confide in. Once I had figured everything out, I chose a date a week before Christmas shut down, which would give me an additional week of recovery before I had to go back to work. Once I’d made the decision, every question I had about the surgery was answered by Dominic or his PA, Lucy. I never felt like I was pestering them or being a pain.
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Thank you so much for sharing! You look beautiful!