My patient was fifty-eight years old and she was sitting across from my desk, face still red from the laser, holding onto what I can only describe as temporary hope. She had a dark spot on her left cheek the size of a thumbprint. The kind that had probably started small enough to ignore and then one morning simply wasn’t small anymore. She looked at me the way patients look at you when they need the answer to be yes.
Then she said it:
“I can’t really afford it. But I just want them gone so badly. I’ve tried everything and these lasers are my last resort.”
I laughed her comment away. Said something about it being worth it, put the £200 payment through, and told her I would see her in six weeks. She smiled with a hopeless sort of smile and left.
When the door closed, something didn’t sit right.
Karen
19 Feb, 2025 at 02:31 pm
I stopped wearing short sleeves two summers ago. Told myself it was just a phase. Six weeks in and I wore a sleeveless top to my daughter's birthday lunch. Nobody said anything but I noticed. That was enough.
Patricia
28 Jan, 2025 at 11:42 am
I had been putting foundation on the backs of my hands before leaving the house. My husband never noticed but I did, every single morning. I haven't done it once this week. Small thing. Doesn't feel small.
Margaret M.
14 Jan, 2025 at 09:14 am
I nearly didn't take the photo at week four because I thought it was my imagination. Showed my sister anyway. She asked what I'd had done. Nothing, I said. Just changed my cleanser. She didn't believe me.