Hi! I’m April. By telling my story I want to give a ray of hope to those suffering because of their physical imperfections.

From my early childhood, I’d always get picked on. Kids at school would call me jug-eared. Yes, nature did give me big ears. And of course, this was my raw spot. Boys would keep hassling me. And not for friendly reasons, but to give me another hurtful nickname. To hide my flaw I wore long hair that covered my ears. This was twice offending, because my hair is made to be styled in ponytails and braids.

Time passed, I graduated from college, but my problem was still with me. Seeing my despair, a friend of mine, a former classmate who had always been the first beauty at school, advised me: “Why don\’t you go and see a plastic surgeon?” Even just visiting a dentist had always been a nightmare for me; and now I was advised to lie down on an operating table! Yet I couldn’t stop thinking about this possibility.

I realized this was definitely the only way to get rid of my handicap. Putting myself in hands of a surgeon wasn’t an easy step to make. TV commercials, magazine ads and websites flashed with recommendations to visit one or another clinic. I almost gave up my idea: I was so tired of searching. But then a friend of mine introduced me to one of her colleagues. Prett Very quickly we discovered that we share a common “ear story”. But her ears didn’t look anything like mine: they looked so neat and pretty. I simply couldn’t believe she ever had to worry about them. She she gave me the clinic web-site address.

I looked through patient reviews and finally made up mind. To my surprise, the surgeon appeared to be a beautiful woman. Her confident voice calmed me down. After the appointment, we chose the day of the operation. I’ve never been so nervous in my whole life!

I showed up at the clinic on the appointed day and was taken straight to my room. It I was clean and cozy with nice colorful bed sheets on the bed. The nurse turned on the TV, measured my blood pressure and said that the anesthetist was about to come. It seemed it took him forever to make it to my room.

Then the anesthetist finally came, and that seemed to slightly calm me down. I felt even better when the doctor said the surgery would be made with local anesthesia, but I wouldn’t feel anything. After the anesthetist had gone, my surgeon came; her voice encouraged me once again. The nurse gave me an injection and I was left waiting for the operation to begin. Then I started to feel drowsy.
Lying on the operating table, I could see the eyes of the surgeon. By her side was the anesthetist who was cheering me up in every possible way.

I got completely relaxed. To my surprise, everything happened very quickly. When I was already in my room, the nurse, the anesthetist, and the surgeon would visit me from time to time. And they all were very kind to me. I was so curious about the result, but my head was bandaged. Next day, my ears and the area around them started to hurt a little, which I didn’t expect. You can’t be prepared to things like that!

A day later, when I came back for bandaging, I looked in the mirror and got scared – my ears were puffy and purple in color! I started crying. My surgeon reassured me that the swelling would be off, and the bruises would soon disappear too. A couple of days later, the swelling started to go away, and with it the pain was gone too.
And now, just a couple of months later, I admire my reflection in the mirror.

Now I can style my hair any way I want it! With all my heart, I’m grateful to my surgeon and the clinic team for their help in coping with my fear of the surgery, for their kindness, and for making me happy!

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