"Tests were run and I was told it might be a clot. I recognized it as the kind that had killed a friend of mine just the year before. She was my age and also a mom of two. Healthy. Strong. I remember hearing she'd gone to the hospital and thinking, She's tough. I'll see her later this week. She was gone less than 24 hours later."
"One day she was planning college visits for her child. The next day she wasn't there. I remember thinking, This is how I go. Turns out I wasn't dying that day, but something in me was breaking open. What followed was a slow unraveling. High blood pressure. Hormonal chaos. Sleepless nights. A body I no longer recognized. I was living in what nobody warned me about: the middle. It felt like everything was falling apart at once."
"I told her I'd been eating better, lifting weights and exercising, but I just couldn't seem to get rid of the extra skin my C-sections had left behind. She nodded thoughtfully, then looked up from her notes and said, "Let's take a look." I stepped off the table and opened the robe. She touched my abdomen, gently studying the areas that I hated. Then she said, "You look fantastic by the way.""
A sudden health scare with chest pain and possible clot prompted fear after a friend's unexpected death. That moment began a slow unraveling: high blood pressure, hormonal imbalance, sleepless nights, and a body that felt unfamiliar. Despite weight loss from improved diet and exercise, persistent abdominal skin from C-sections remained. Determined to reclaim control, extensive research led to a consultation with a top plastic surgeon. During the exam the surgeon assessed the abdomen, noted the patient’s efforts, and prepared to evaluate the stubborn skin that motivated the visit.
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