Back in the days when we used coal briquettes to heat water, a drop of boiling water splashed onto my left eyelid. Because I couldn’t receive proper treatment, the stretched skin left me with triple eyelid folds, and my mother always felt bitter and regretful that she hadn’t been able to get me treated because we had no money.
But my mother’s mistake didn’t end there. In the winter when I graduated from high school, she took me by the hand, when I didn’t even know what plastic surgery was, and brought me to some hospital whose name I didn’t know, and had both of my eyes operated on to match the largest double eyelid fold.
My real emotional suffering began from then. Even after 10 or 20 years, they looked like the so-called “sausage” eyes, as if I’d had surgery just a week earlier. Large scars from the incisions made to remove the multiple double eyelid folds.
Because of that, I never once slept with my eyes closed on the subway, and whenever I met someone, I always felt intimidated.
I had given up, thinking that even revision surgery wouldn’t work at this point, but I still had lingering hope, so while searching the internet, I found IOU Plastic Surgery, went there without a plan for a consultation, and scheduled the surgery right away.
During the consultation, Director Kang Chul-wook’s thoughtful consideration gave me trust, and after the surgery, the satisfying result proved that my trust had not been misplaced. Even now, 7 years later, I live with gratitude.
The eyes I saw in the inpatient room on the very day of the revision surgery were more natural than the double eyelids I had gotten 30 years ago.
My mother, the very person who had made my eyes that way, even cried after the revision surgery.
A few days ago, I visited IOU again for my mother’s eye revision surgery, and because I was still grateful to the director, who remains kind and trustworthy, I decided to write this for people who are suffering emotionally like I did.
Call it karma? for having made my eyes like this. I’ll write again next time about my mother’s eye revision surgery record. Today is the day her stitches are removed, haha.
What I realized is that even past 80, a woman is still a woman ~^^
I’m not very good at uploading photos, so next time I’ll get my son’s help and try to upload before-and-after photos of my revision surgery.
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