Seriously, What Choice Did I Have? Medicine is in my DNA.
I come from a long line of doctors and scientists, famous musicians, composers, artists and opera singers. I am tone deaf, cannot read music and cannot draw a stick figure to save my life, but all of these artists, doctors and scientists left a legacy that has guided me throughout my professional life. I have never been able to shake the love of the art and science of medicine that they all inspired in me.
As the daughter of a prominent Chicago cosmetic surgeon, I grew up with a passion for cosmetic medicine. Dinner table conversations were peppered with words like ‘liposuction’ and ‘vein removal.’ While most of my school friends took family trips to Florida for spring break, my family traveled to Paris so my father could learn about advancements in cosmetic medicine. In fact, in grade school, I was teased relentlessly about the fact that my dad sucked the fat out of people. Little did they know that many of them would become his patient later in life and would ask for the very procedure they used to tease me about.
After twenty years in the business, myself, it’s safe to say that I have a passion for medicine, specifically, for the art of cosmetic medicine. Perhaps I inherited it. I like to think I did. And to my surprise, I find that I am an artist after all. Who cares that I can’t draw a stick figure? I can create exquisite lips, erase years of wrinkles, and restore youthfulness to skin without breaking a sweat. The beauty of cosmetic medicine is more than skin deep. The beauty of the craft lies in the fact that it is both a science and an art, and a skilled practitioner can use its potential to create a masterpiece. So, take that, Michelangelo.