New-Fill for an Old Face
Monday, September 10, 2001God, I'm nervous! Is this the right decision? I'm not sure if I should go through with this.
I arrive at the doctor's office five minutes prior to my appointment for my first treatment of New-Fill (polylactic acid) injections. I've always hated needles, and they want to stick them in my face? I don't think so! Well, I'm here, and I've already ordered the kit from DAAIR. I can't afford to waste $500. I had to take out a loan against my life insurance to pay for the treatments, which will run me about $3,000 for four treatments, which includes the price of two kits of New-Fill.
My plastic surgeon (I've always wanted to say that), Dr. Kenneth Stein, puts me right at ease. A very nice man with a superb bedside manner, he tells me that while the results from my first treatment will be instantaneous, they will pretty much fade after one week. I'll have some initial swelling, but that should be gone by tomorrow.
Well, that doesn't sound so bad. Let's see, $750 for my first treatment, seven days... "In just seven days, I can make you a ma-a-a-a-an" ...that's about one hundred dollars a day. The scariest part, at this point, is, what if I like the results, I mean, really really like them, and then it's gone after seven days and I'm back to my old face? How will that affect me psychologically? I'd discussed this several times at length with my partner, Stephen, who was concerned about that very issue. But I had to try this, if I didn't, I would never know. I was willing to take the risk. I mean, I miss my old face.
Dr. Stein goes back to work on his earlier patient, who is also getting a treatment of New-Fill. I don't hear any screaming or moaning coming from the other room, so that's a good sign. He comes back, takes some pictures, you know, for before and after shots, and then he draws on my face with a marker. He explains that the procedure should only take about thirty minutes, I have my vitals taken, then I'm given icepacks to place on my face for a few minutes, to constrict the blood vessels and help keep the swelling and bleeding (hey, nobody said anything about blood) to a minimum. I'm supposed to hold them to my face as long as I can, and pull away when it gets too cold. Have you ever eaten something cold too fast, and you get that terrible headache? Multiply that by about ten times and, well, you get the idea.
First he'll numb my face, and then he's going to concentrate on four areas of each side of my face, including the temples. He tells me that the lower part of my jaw, around my mouth and lower lip (fill 'em up, doc, while you're at it!) would probably be the most sensitive (he was right). If the pain is too much, I'm supposed to tell him, and he will administer more lidocaine, but too much and I will be drooling for half the day.
I probably get around four or five injections in each site, for a total of about 40-50 needle sticks. Since I am numbed up, mostly I just feel pressure in the area of injection, but maybe 20 percent of the sticks are uncomfortable, and about 5 percent really hurt. But only for a few seconds. And keep in mind, I hate needles. I have to look the other way when they draw my blood. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, I've been doing it every few months since 1989! So, I'm probably a little more sensitive than your average Joe.
During the entire procedure my doctor keeps reassuring me that I am doing really good, and that it's looking great. And then, all of a sudden, he's done!
"That's it?" I hear myself say aloud.
"Yes, that's it, we're done," he replies.
He wipes my face clean, sterilizes, and then the moment of truth. He hands me a mirror.
"It looks great, don't you think?" asks Dr. Stein.
I swallow hard. "Yeah, It looks great," I lie. I smile. A misshapen, swollen, blotchy face contorts back at me, and I hardly recognize that it's me. What the hell have I done?
I step out of the exam room, Steve says, "It looks great, honey." I feel loopy, I walk to the receptionist to pay my bill, first stopping in the bathroom to get another look at the grotesque creature in the mirror. As I try to smile at the receptionist, he remarks, "It looks great!" I wish everyone would please stop saying that... why are they all lying? I want my old face back.
As I walk out the door. I turn to Steve and say, "Wait, I have to put on my sunglasses, just like in the movies." We joke, he takes me for a chocolate malt at an ice cream shop in Lincoln Park. That helps. "I think I want to go home," I remark to Steve.
"I thought you were going back to the office?" Like this, I think to myself? But Steve encourages me to go, as originally planned, and I'm glad I did. After about an hour I start to see how wonderful the results really are. The blotchiness is gone, the raised lumps have lowered, and although still a bit swollen, bruised, and with a few needle marks, it looked pretty damn good.
Tuesday, September 11, 2001
It's an unusually warm, sunny September morning, and our two cats, Missy and Zach, are enjoying the sun along with me on the breakfast porch as I sip my coffee and catch up on Sunday's Chicago Tribune. The phone rings. Steve, calling from work. All I can utter is "No, no" in disbelief as he recounts the events of the morning. It's unreal. And as I watch the twin towers collapse on television, the horror unfolding before my eyes, the surreal images on the tube -- it helps put the previous day's experience in perspective for me. My concerns and fears about the treatment seem so trivial now.
My second treatment in October seems to go a lot quicker, and while the pain isn't any less, there seems to be fewer injections. My biggest "problem areas" are my temples (who knew?) and cheeks, so the remaining treatments focus more on these areas.
While it is exciting to get my face back, my old face, it is difficult to see it all go away in a week. But with each successive treatment, there is a cumulative effect, and the results last longer. At the end of the fourth treatment, in December, Dr. Stein says, "Now, when you come in for your next treatment, I want to use a whole kit just on your cheeks."
"My next... a whole.... You want me to come back for another treatment? You think I should?" I asked.
"I think it would help," he replied. And I knew he was right. With the results I have seen, two kits, right in the cheeks, would be the icing on the cake. But, I didn't have another $1,000 budgeted. I finally just got reimbursed from my FSA, money I had set aside from my paycheck last year for unreimbursable medical expenses. They didn't want to give it back to me, my own money, because it's viewed as a "cosmetic procedure." Yeah, about as cosmetic as when my mother had reconstructive surgery after two radical mastectomies. I'm hoping someday that these types of treatments will be viewed as medically necessary and covered by health insurance. Until then, there are some studies coming up soon, and other treatments on the horizon. [See new-fill.com.]
Would I do it all over again? Yes, in a heartbeat. But here are some tips that might help if you are considering facial injections:
Jeff Berry is the Web Site, Advertising and Distribution Manager at Test Positive Aware Network. He first wrote about his lipodystrophy in the Nov/Dec 2000 issue of Positively Aware, "Who Moved My Cheeks?"
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